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Vaibhav Simha Poem
O, why did I fall for you, O' sun,
When my soul is nestled in the deeps?
Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run,
Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps.
The distance that defies the divine betwixt us
Somehow is no occlusion for you to reach me,
But gods 'gainst me guarding your gates, and hope's quietus,
Make my valentines reaching you an impossibility.
Somehow still, suffocated in these sorrowful seas,
I seem to mishear the rhythm of your limpid light
As a melody yearning to find the lost keys
To my manacles and enrapture me with your sight.
When finally I undo these tethers for you,
The cosmos Herself derides my dolorous deeps
Laved in a longing that over millennia grew,
And shrouds your smile with a prejudiced eclipse.
But I see you clad carnally in that cerecloth--
Why?--stoking the gypsy in me with your misconstrued call.
Why did you build that stairway of light and masquerading troth,
That I so eagerly took, thus perishing in a fall?
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Vaibhav Simha Poem
Frisking in that saffron warmth
It came to me, and forgotten mirth
Once again rang in my chamber
To the tune that just took birth
To quell this long slumber.
I was still asleep, cold and dry,
Barren as the nightmare’s sky,
When It came to me, that happy dream,
To once again answer why
I must wake and go down the stream.
Gently It kisses me:
Stars sprouting in the soil I see,
And under that distant willow,
I find you calling to me,
And I come to you, with a pillow.
The skies are soft and silken;
Their melodies to which we hearken
Lull us to a dreamy sleep,
And It comes again under a new welkin
To wake me up at another deep
For all this to transpire once again.
Oh, may this never end!
I forfeit my life to this dream defend,
For I do not know when
I’ll wake again to my days spend
Without a glimpse of this heaven.
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Vaibhav Simha Poem
('I' refers to God.)
In dolour, he descried the leafless pine
And under its shade of dearth lay supine,
Cerebrating how not e'en grains of sand
Pay heed to him nor his woe understand.
I thus deigned to limn Myself on his sky
To consume its vacuity strewn so high
That I painted a canopy of stars
And shaded him from the plots of scheming Mars.
I then, in all literality, blanketed him
In the fabric of the welkin, and seraphim
Watered his lifeless pine with lullabies
And read him tales and cosmic alibis.
And ere scarcely closed his eyne and sleep's kiss,
I restored the sky; on it drew a marvel of bliss.
Then after the cosmos fondled his heart to peace and reverie,
I turned it all into a dream and dissolved it in his memory.
Copyright © Vaibhav Simha | Year Posted 2024
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