The Prophecies of a Startled Soul

Into the Poem: The Poem is about a girl’s love for her beloved. Forsaken by the curse of religion, She agonizes the distance between them and hopes for the return of love in her life.

Poem:
The cult of dreams have manifested over the distant distance,

As he walks along towards my deep shadow,

The moment I’ve been waiting for,

With love I’ve been waiting for.

The mistful journey over the distant horizon,

Have freezed to the fragments of time,

And crawling on parts of my mind.

The deep buried hopes pop out from the grave of loneliness.

The glare of his eyes still alienate my pulse,

It’s the sweet converse; I’ve been waiting for,

With love, I’ve been waiting for.

The Dispatched destiny opens up alike an awakening bud,

The oracle of love still swims my heart,

As the zenith of disgust is torn apart.

Down went his eyes, towards my lips,

And his lips, it moved, to greet a smile,

The forgotten smile, I’ve been waiting for,

My sterile womb of life, was impregnated with love,

The potion of love, I’ve been waiting for.

He said “I love, but I can’t”.

And stabbed my ribs, against all that I want.

For we have crossed the mistaken meridian,

And walked over the green mile of silence,

The dreadful silence, I’ve been hating for,

It’s his love, I’ve been waiting for.

The loop of mutiny and the contrastive religion,

Conceive my mind, and bury the seeds of discord.

Love me my Dear, and hold my hand against all odd.

Why this religion? Why this sea of detachment?

My wet eyes burn for touch of cloth of your love,

The touch of love, I’ve been waiting for.

With love, I’ve been waiting for.

I hate this religion that built a wall.

For I know I can’t change the moving winds.

But can adjust my sail, to reach you, my destination.

PS: I had a crazy dream about this situation, So wrote this poem along a Girl's perspective. :)

                                                            

                                                                                                                  -Rukshan Ur Rahman

"NEMESIS"

                                                                                                   NEMESIS

Into the poem: The name of the poem ‘NEMESIS’ meaning destiny is about a lovers destiny in love. The poem is a kind of a pallinode on hope. The whole scene of the poem is presented in a beach during sunset. It speaks of a lover’s sanity towards love.


Plot: The poem speaks about a deserted lover who losses her beloved. The poem starts with the eyes of the girl, whom the guy chases down a lonely beach. Suddenly the girl’s leg hit a stone and her anklet breaks off. The girl keeps running and the guy runs to pick the anklet which he once presented her as gift. After picking up the anklet, the guy looks for her beloved but he doesn’t find her. It seems as if she’s lost. The guy cries for her, but all his shouts go in vain as he isn’t able to trace her. Broken with his heart, The guy sits on a rock and waits for the day until she returns

Poem:


Down she went looking but my eyes,
Crushing the pebbles, towards the drowning sun ran her bare feet,
It were the eyes that shifted the curse of my lone,
For the blackened bulb glistened the kiss of love,
The showers that sprinkle, The roses that mingle,
Nothing seemed mystique but her eyes.




Splashing the wave’s orange water,running went she.
Chasing her footprints did run my heart,
She’s the one for whom it beats,
She is the beauty of my nimble nemesis, My life is she.
My hoofs paused for a moment and eclipsed the queer,
As her legs staggered against the stone unseen, which tore her anklet round.




She didn’t halt her wavering legs, but running kept she,
Dwindling went her grey shadow over the blistering silt,
For I crawled my eyes to chase but a memoir of love,
Here and there and everywhere did trench my eyes,
And alas did spot the gift, sneaking about a gloomy crag.
Tempted to apprise her charm, zipped my heart and picked it up.




For the moment I smiled and looked for her,
But she was gone, Lost in the allusion of a deserted flight,
I cried, I screamed, I squalled out loud,
But nothing of her being was traced nor found.
She infringed my feelings and poisoned my love,
She Shattered my beats with the curse of lone.

My eyes wont scorn for her brazen deed,
Nor would it efface the look of her alluring feet,
I wont refute her love for delusion’s distaste,
And bitter the memories which were once sweet,
But would wait over this stone, Until the day she returns,
And fight my Patience till the remainent conceals.

                                                                                                                   - Rukshan Ur Rahman