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The Ally Untied

Poetry By: Rajeev Mishra
Poetry


The poem is dedicated to an old friend of the poet. This friend left the poet merely two decades back. Suddenly one day, the memory of this old strong ally started haunting the poet’s heart. The poet composed this poem to recollect the remembrances of his old friend.


Submitted:Apr 10, 2010    Reads: 128    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


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Nigh me, long stands the silence, O friend!

Mute its time, that by now, in betwixt

Your love and party has ever perceived, trends

And designs of our 'Ally' - in past exists

How fresh were then! Our dreams and designs

And rosy aspiration floated, on a cloudy fore

Yet the will to achieve, maintained its prime

Oh! Our rivalled strain was, as if before

Never noticed of twin tyros, surging a field

Dark and unfamiliar yet unhindered our move

Safe and sound, protected under shield

Of a gold plated ally, flourished mid groves

Of our love unbound, fruits unripe at top.

What fastening in between! What winning rage rife!

To reach goal; Oh! That churning unstopped.

How time with youth and vigour, in strife?

How occupied we roved! Mid envious eyes

And flaunted wild gossips, scorns, at us.

Still I recall the truth and lies

We discussed of the elite, lived about us.

But the day befell! The denounce of heaven

You with drew on mission, abandoned I was! Alone

For me, a route chosen, by destiny then

As faster is time, no room for moan

The time assuaging, clouded my solemn recall

Recurrently that erupted of some binding spell

Many wanting acts too, influenced my senses all

To ease this severing, my awaiting as well

For you, sole you! My love, my chum!

Thus untied a knot, its memory lost!

Several cheering then worked to become

A fitting solvent to this nectar lost

Yet unfilled the vacant, now hour has come

When the sweet melting drips through smoky folds

To wake me up of my dreary course

Where all dull running and practice untold

Seem to halt amid the recourse,

Stirring I heed as per usage old

Oh how! The sweet retention of my love works

To break this monotony of business, now gradually eases

And calms the anger of misery, which lurks

Behind the hectic of life, all its ill ceases

As recollection of the old love, transforms me

And leads me to new sentiments, I can feel

With chastening of inner eyes, how well I see!

Magic of the love, wounding round the reel

Of my customary acts, now turn a pleasure.

Oh! The remembrance of this old song

Charms me, both in weariness and leisure

And helps going, abstains me from routine wrongs

That O Dear, you ever tabooed in usual calls.

Yet still some times when your absence haunts me

The radiance of your sweet love, lets recall

Our old association, its agilities, gossips, I see

And sense without you, for this chaste bond

Is again visible to silent eyes, its fragrance

As of a young flower, now spreads beyond

My utmost satisfaction crosses the farthest circumference

I could draw, around my earthly delights

With love, that now appears 'a blissful alight'.





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