An Ode To Tagore
It was under summer's gaze,
The story of undiscovered possibilities ensued.
Never minding the leap of faith I had taken;
I forcefully tell myself
that it was only yesterday.
But two years have passed since
It would have been a different tale
Had I been a man of greater conviction,
a tale of a more vibrant picture would be told.
Hot simmering emotions consume me
I am no longer the face I try to present.
My mind fizzles out but not like a celebratory bottle of champagne.
Instead she lays witness to a torrid boiling stew of the inner conflicts which I choose to ignore.
A love so stagnant, yet so volatile that it rockets to the surface and
Rattles the lid of my rationale.
But i decide not to wear the colours of love painted on these sleeves.
Let my constant pining not obstruct her path.
If we were meant to unite then let the universe tie those unattainable threads.
Leave me be for now, I shall silently pay homage to her breathtaking aura from a safe distance.
Now and then she becomes the physical manifestation of a poem that has lingered in my conscience.
I steal from one of tagore's verses;
"Mayabono biharini"
The quintessential essence of an idea nesting quietly within the realms of my psyche
"A wandering doe of the enchanted forest of my deepest dreams,
I try to steal a fleeting glance, a pursuit bereft of all reason.
Let her exist in hindsight,
I play my flute, converging my melody to her mind and soul
Defying the bounds of all outcomes.
Shimmering in the gusts of monsoon
Ever so startled by the roar in the skies
She becomes restless evermore.
I shall veil my affliction
In the bonds of seperation
Tying a rope destined to be undone
Bereft of all reason. "
These Lines that resonate with the throes of my secret passion
Immortalised in the transcendent poetry of Tagore.
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