March 01, 2008

Elegiac Memoirs on the Childhood

(Previously credited under the titles 'The infancy-made forsaken structure' and ‘The Valley where dreams danced once’.)
A huge black tower
Sculpted and Storied manifold
Stood there once pyramid-like
In a shrouded plane
Shadowed by the steep mountain ahead
Encircled by trees and meadows,
And by black rocky lands.
Built by imaginations,
By dreams,
And by innocence,
This tower stood gallantly
Facing the sky atop.

On the upper floor
We born
Three children,
When stories, joy and
Intimacy ruled.

We went matured
As the time passes
And the small room became too small
For us three.
So she went downstairs
And she didn’t back,
Though we called her.

When her memories came
We began to search her
Beginning from the downstairs
With the desire to see her
And we left broken hearted
In the new room alone, where,
Brightness just peeped,
Spiders cobwebbed
And butterflies unnoticed.

We thought for sometime about her,
Our elder sister
And realized what happened.
She might have gone further
Too downstairs..
Our old floor diminished
In our memories.
We thought it as a dream,
A memory and a wonder,
And one, which exists too far
Faraway in the woods..

We witnessed our own dreams
Touching new horizons
We saw imaginations coming
And giving bows to both of us
We hugged them and smiled
With cheer, with surprise
And with bumping hearts!!

We moved to further
And darkness…
As the time passes!!
In some nights amidst some sleeps
I was knocked by some broken dreams
Remembering the olden places
Where I lived and abandoned mercilessly!!
Final days of longtime boredom,
Waiting in impatience,
We were in the last floor.
Nothing could be seen around,
Even ourselves,
As it was darkness filled.
Agitating boredom,
We were searching for a peephole
To outside,
To light…
The smarter one found the door first,
And she said,
“’Tis the way,
Brother, you too come along,
Sister must be waiting”.
And she didn’t wait further.

I saw an open door
Where sunrays sank in.
Moments of hesitation,
I felt tears in my eyes,
Whether to go or to stay there,
I loved being a child
Loved to live cares free
In any of the stories.

One moment’s vigour
Made me to jump outside,
And I saw light everywhere
Green everywhere
And smiles too…
I saw the dimness of light,
Paleness of green,
Tremors in the songs
And the wickedness in smiles,
Where I found my sisters
They smiled…
I saw strangeness in their smiles,
It was not a smile,
And was the straightening of lips
In which the charm of intimacy was absent.

Fake appearance was everywhere
It was a fight between
The virtue and vice,
Strange sophistication caused by the internal fights
Suffocated me almost to death.

For the second time,
I saw my sisters again,
Remembering the old tower
And its premises,
Where we born and grown up,
I said my sisters,
‘Come, let’s go home’.

But they seem not remembering,
And they said,
‘No, there is no such a place,
Not a tower, and brother,
You must be dreaming’.

But I didn’t give up
‘Coz, there was an alarming memory
Still flourished in my thoughts,
Which consisted an olden temptation
That made me to jump
Through an open door,
A dream like one.

I was all alone,
I loved to be in somewhere,
Where I lived cares free,
Where the darkness was veiled
And the light peeped through tiny holes,
Where melodies overheard,
And tales being told,
Where intimacy dominated,
And Innocence ruled,
And where April collected the dry flowers
And December dispersed the chillness of wind.
‘The Nostalgia’..
The old valley,
Where dreams danced once,
The huge black tower,
Where light rays emptied the gloom,
I searched everywhere.

There at a distance,
Stood the tower
With all its majesty and charm
Over a queue of trees and mountains
Touching the sky atop
Surrounded by hills and meadows
And by black rocky lands.

I realized the tower with an alarm,
The infancy-made forsaken structure
The great grand one..
I approached it,
And barefooted,
Tramping the thorns and bushes.

The small door on the base
Was kept open still
Same as we left it last time.
Panting and agitated
I tried to re-enter it,
But all in vain,
The door was too small.

I smelled the failure,
The same door gave me the way out.
But at that time
I was just a little boy.


Unknown said...

Hi Yaar,
First 3 stanzas of the first poem are Classic and simply superb... But, if I say honestly you dont know how to end up poems... ofcourse you are a good beginner...

Tomz said...

Dear Spy from d IP address located at Cochin uising an NIB connectivity (BSNL), windows operating system and Internet explorer browser

You are right in some cases..but in my opinion, dis poem does nt have any better ending..coz i wrote the ending of it in a way that it ought to be..

Thnx fr ur good opinion...pls read other poems too n comment

Unknown said...

You are very intelligent (not as you seems in the photo... Haa... haa...) You traced my location and all... Great... !!! Congratulations...!!! But You will be stop there... Not any more...

Tomz said...

Dear Spy

I am very surprised to see dat today u sent dis message frm address (possibly frm a net cafe)


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