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It is about love, separation, doubt, and eventually, a feeling of serenity born of understanding deep love. View table of contents...

 

Submitted: Apr 13, 2008    Reads: 140    Comments: 25    Likes: 14   


 
 
The first rays of sunshine
That wake me up in the morning
Bring the first thoughts of you
Lying dormant in my dreams.
Are you awake too, somewhere,
Feeling the morning glow
Of sunshine,
Spanning the bridge from
Dreams to reality?
 
No, oceans across
Where the earth lies under the cover
Of darkness
It is not yet daylight.
Somewhere in the night, then,
You are probably
Watching the star
I saw setting
Hours ago.
 
With each breath I take, I wonder:
Somewhere you are,
Breathing the same air.
But where, oh where
Are you
At this moment?
Doing what has to be done,
Or undoing what ought not to stay?
Does the thought of me
Ever cross your mind?
Do you too, sometimes
Smile
Sitting at your work desk,
Wondering where I am,
How I am?
 
Do you too welcome
The first showers of season,
The first blossom of spring,
Wondering if I feel it too?
Or are you too busy,
Your thoughts otherwise occupied,
With no room for me
Or my mind?
 
Your very existence
Is enough
For me
To live,
To love
The life
On the same earth
I share with you.
 
With every shade of sunset I see you,
I see you in the light
Of the evening star;
Throughout the night,
As the constellations
March across the milky way,
I lay awake,
Wondering if you see them too.
 
No, continents across
Where you stay,
It is not yet night,
And the towns and cities
Abuzz with activities,
People working
For daily living,
With you somewhere among them –
Where exactly?
I know not:
Probably stopping at a traffic signal
Or crossing a crowded street.
 
Somehow it does not matter –
As long as you are
Somewhere there:
Sharing the same earth,
Breathing the same air;
I can go on
With a smile in my thoughts
With yet another day.
 
 
 


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Dear Urja,
I don't know what to say....
i have felt this when i was dating my husband and this poem has revived all those memories back....happy ones...
unfortnately, with a busy life, we lost the magic...
When i read ur poem,I again went back to the same old dating days.....
thanks...
i really liked it....

Posted: Apr 13, 2008

Author Comment:

Young love....

Oh, so sad! I can definitely identify with this; hubby spent a couple years in Iraq. Taking it a day at a time, knowing that they are out there, and will be back with you soon. Lovely!

Posted: May 5, 2008

Author Comment:

Aw, thank you so much! It always feels so nice when someone identifies with what you've expressed. I wrote this when I was rather young and hopelessly in love with this guy... and could not bring myself to let it be known. I think he too felt the same and was too shy (at least, that's what I would like to think!). Eventually of course, we finished college and parted ways and he went abroad...

great poem i like it keeep on writing.

Posted: May 6, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you.

ahh i really love this one.. i like to think it's similar to what happened to me in high school.. the separation i understood but not necessarily accepted wholeheartedly.. excellent work!! =)

Posted: May 8, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you so much for your appreciation. You will definitely accept the separation wholeheartedly when you find that you've moved on to better things and realize that what did not happen would not have worked in any case.

Aw, this is so beautiful! This really resonates with me, it touches very close to home. Another great poem, I'm so inspired by you. ~ Gypsy

Posted: May 13, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you so much. You made my day!

this is a good poem! and i'm sure u can go on with or without sharing the same air and earth ......

Posted: Jul 7, 2008

Author Comment:

Hahaha... you are so right! Thanks for the read and the comment.

Great poem Urja! It was wonderful. @~ Rose

Posted: Jul 16, 2008

Author Comment:

Hey Rose, long time! Hope you and Gypsy are doing well. Glad that you liked this poem.

OMG Urja! It's like you wrote this for me. There is somebody that I'm so head over heals for that is in a different time zone and I always wonder all those same things.

I love the stanza that says:

With every shade of sunset I see you,
I see you in the light
Of the evening star;
Throughout the night,
As the constellations
March across the milky way,
I lay awake,
Wondering if you see them too.


I feel the exact same way about him. Great poem!

Posted: Jul 16, 2008

Author Comment:

Hey Buttercup, I could hear your enthusiasm in your comment and was so happy! And guess what, this separation which I have written about was some fifteen years ago, and back then the use of emails was not yet the way of life. Imagine how we tackled the situation! Now things are much easier, but being apart always sucks. Thanks for your lovely comment.

First I want to say that I was told by somebody that this poem was incredibly beautiful and they was right. I’ve actually read it several times but each time I was pushed for time and so was unable to comment. I love buttercups comment by the way. You really seem to capture what she feels.
And now for me. I too have experienced the difficulties of love and distance. If you have read my poems I’m sure you’ve picked up on the theme. At times it as drove me out of my mind, and it is so, so sad that love has to encounter so many obstacles.
Ok, the first stanza captures my thoughts and feelings each morning when I wake. Though it is night there instead of day, and I wonder, I wonder if she is sleeping soundly and dreaming happy, happy dreams.
Your first stanza captures so much emotion, and it’s all reduced to a single moment, a single thought. Who would think so much emotion could be contained in a thought, in a moment which hardly spans a second. Ah, but I come to the second stanza and you too realise its not yet daybreak but still night where you love lies.
I love the line when you write “it is not yet daylight, somewhere in the night then” So beautiful, the poem seems to turn on the word “then”. For now we get the sense of time, distance and thought. “Are you watching the star I saw set hours ago” It feels so tender, so beautiful; with a sense of longing desire, yet it is etched with sadness too.
And then the next inevitable thoughts “are you thinking of me too” Do you feel the same things I do. I like how you express feeling you have on your own, feeling the rain and the first blossom, and how you’d like to share them with the one you love. So you hope they feel them too, though beneath the surface this suggests how you long to feel or experience them together. And this is not just rain or blossom, but how you want to share life and moments of happiness together. Yes I love the stanza that buttercup mentioned too, and in many respects to reinforces what I have just said. Everyone who is in love, and yet apart, longs to share such moments together; to sit and share the world around them, content and happy in their love.
Oh, the last stanza suggests that we have no choice but to carry on with our daily lives, sad to be a part, but happy to know that somewhere are love is alive and breathing. This is a beautiful poem which I will read many more times.

Posted: Aug 4, 2008

Author Comment:

Oh Matthew, I've never received such a beautiful comment! Thank you so much! I never thought that anyone would read any of my poems several times - wow, you've given me a writer's high today! Yes, isn't distance the biggest villain in love? I have felt you express that feeling in many of your poems. Love and longing, such simple words, yet so difficult to express. I like the way you describe the poem turning on the word 'then' - I never looked at it that way, but now that you mention, yes it does seem to fit in well - thank you for noticing it and pointing it out to me. Lastly, I have to thank that unknown somebody who brought this poem to your attention - without that I would not have got this wonderful comment. By pointing out the specific things in the poem, you've made me appreciate the poem all the better.

Hey Urja. I'm speechless. This is a magical piece of poetry. The way you have captured the true essence of love in these words is amazing.

"You are probably
Watching the star
I saw setting
Hours ago."

Awesome!

Posted: Aug 10, 2008

Author Comment:

Hi Kshitij, thank you so much for the lovely comment. I'm so glad you liked this poem. This one is close to my heart.

Hey Urja :) You know, there are a lot of poems on Booksie that I like. But this one strikes a chord that is hidden deep within me. I hardly ever shed a tear while reading something, but I did when I read this. Something about it just leaves me breathless. I don't know what else to say other than that this is beautiful and for writing this, you are a beautiful person. Take care Urja :)

Posted: Aug 11, 2008

Author Comment:

Wow, Regan, I don't know what to say. Thank you so much. And I appreciate it all the more since it is coming from an author of a crime thriller! Thank you, thank you, I'm really thrilled!

This is SO BEAUTIFUL!

I love how it's not an out-there sadness or an over-done joy, it's a softly romantic peacefullness of mind. You inspire anyone who reads your writing.

Posted: Aug 12, 2008

Author Comment:

That was just the way I felt when I wrote it - 'a softly romantic peacefulness of mine' - very apt words indeed. Yes, I try to balance my state of mind between the two extremes of sorrow and joy. It doesn't always work, but then we aren't perfect! I'm very happy that you were able to see exactly what I was trying to show. Thank you again!

Very heartfelt and very beautiful poem. Love has no boundaries.
For me it was a poignant poem, but also had acceptance woven in. I love the lines, "breathing the same air" and "saw the same star I saw setting."
When I have been away from my family and when I call home at night I tell me girls to look outside at the stars. I tell them that we are looking at the same star or moon, etc. I gives me and them a sense of closeness.
I really enjoyed your poem.
Thanks for sharing,
Ted :)

Posted: Aug 13, 2008

Author Comment:

Hi Ted, sorry for the late response; things were really hectic at work. You know what, my dad used to do the same thing! Thumbs up for all the dads in the world! Yes, you are right, this poem has a lot of acceptance woven in. Thank you so much for reading and your kind comments.

Urja
Is this not just a very exuberant way of saying ; 'how absence makes the heart grow fonder'
Foe me its a little too 'pink' , by which I mean overly emotional - a latent puppy love statement.
There is profound yearning in the text; that searing pain of separation ;the intensity of the longing .
But is this the only feeling you can have when in love however much or profound your love ;Does it really preoccupy the brain to the extent that it dominates the very rationale of living .
Yes love is beautiful . And expressing it to a lover is exquisite and so full of soul - yes ;
But you can only say it so many times .
And if we really meant it , we would only really have to say it once - until the feeling abated somehow -then we could abort it; otherwise the statement if stated sufficiently profoundly endures without metaphors - all of which are smaller than the intensity of the emotion.
Having said all that and giving the impression that I am devoid of love - Yes !!I liked the poem - not loved - But liked - Yes !!
''And he called me the flower of the mountain and I said - yes - yes''
-Molly Bloom [ Ulysses-J. Joyce ]

Posted: Aug 13, 2008

Author Comment:

Hey, that was a really interesting comment! Thank you for expressing what you felt. I, for myself, both agree as well as disagree with what you have said. I disagree, because I know it for a fact that an all-consuming love does exist - I have felt it myself, and I know of many others who have too - it is not just the stuff that movies are made of. Having said that, I would also like to add that I agree with you. And that is because, as you have correctly expressed - this poem WAS written during a puppy love stage of my life - in fact, I had written it for my first love. With more experience of life, one becomes practical. That is not to say that one loses the capacity to love, but one stops being silly about it. Now I am happily married (not to the same person I wrote this poem for), and my husband is the most wonderful person on the earth. However, we would not dream of writing such overly emotional stuff to each other, not because our love is any less, but because, as you have rightly put, such things do not need to be repeated again and again, and in a poetic fashion. I thank you for giving me the opportunity to express both the sides of the coin here. :)

keep writing
and criticizing ;
maybe mine are unfair and it is against my nature to discourage , least of all hurt- my critiques may seem insensitive .
I write whats in my head ; If I don't get it , well why not ask.
Art has no place for supremacy or imperialism .
But we should each challenge one another to write as best we can.
No point in back slapping and telling one another ' wow' or 'lol' - whatever it means.I loath these glib comments ,
Any piece should endure any criticism.Thats art.
Artists are guilty if they either hoard their best or are are patronizing to one another,
Let it rip I say whatever you feel .
And this site gives you and me the liberty to do just that.
In any event I like your work - not all mind you - but most.
So if I judge another one harshly , it is only for the betterment on the general works here.
Do you accept this or do you think I'm a hectoring domineering shit.
I could understand it if you did .. but whatever Voltair said..defending with his very life you're every right to say it.
I've written a few more - or rather - disclosed a few more here , not because they are good but because i'm finished with them.Not because they could'nt be improved. But that was the mood then .
Now I may take an alltogether more critical view of them but so what,
The moment has fled and they were written shorlty after the moment of the intensity that lingered.

Posted: Aug 16, 2008

Author Comment:

Hello donkylemore, you need not worry about criticizing - I don't mind it in the least (if you have read my response to your previous comment, I think you will be able to see that). Yes, even I dislike giving glib comments, and there is nothing I hate more than fake words. It is always better to express what one thinks or say nothing at all. False praise is only for fools, and I am glad you did not take me for one. And I think that the day one begins to think that one's work is perfect, that's the day growth stops and staleness creeps in. So please feel free to say what you really think - I will certainly appreciate it.

Urja, I have read this before and clicked the 'I LIKE IT' but didn;t comment. I don't recall why other than I probably got caught up in all the other comments lol, and ran out of time lol.
ahahah well I do love it, its very comforting sometimes to know as you look up to the sky at all the stars and to know that the ones you love are here with you, I mean there is taht feeling you get and you jsut know that we are connected. its incredible. and to think that all you ahve to do is think of someone as you watch the stars and most probably you are setteling into their dreams where ever they may be. OH how so entirely sweet. this is such a sweet poem, and to think it is was written in the young love hehehe so it is romantic also. :)

~katie

Posted: Aug 17, 2008

Author Comment:

Hi Katie, I do that many times when I'm short of time - I almost always read when any of my friends on booksie writes something new, but I don't always manage to write a comment - I leave it for later on, and somehow or the other it gets missed. Not bad if you remembered to come back and comment! Yes, aren't stars so comforting! I find the night sky very calming, and I get a sense of interconnectedness with the universe when I am outdoors at night and gazing upwards. Thank you so much, Katie.

Good Morning Urja! It's a crisp August morning here in Canada, and then I read this and wonder what kind of morning it is where you are residing? The smells, the sounds, the etiquette, the hustle and bustle and who might be thinking or pondering emotions as you've written in this poem about me. Is this thing on? (humour .... ha ha)....

I've been in a relationship for 18 months now where distance is an issue and have certainly felt the longing/desire/gratitude that your writing delves into. It is bittersweet. And, once deep love sets in, you stop wondering this plethora or magnitude of devotion and that lays a bed for worry to rest in. Where is this taking us? Why must there be obstacles? Why do obstacles (like distance) set sail to manifest what a relationship can actually be?

SOmewhere it does not matter....eventually it does. I'm in mind frame of restlessness as of late and truly am wondering if the love that follows the stage you've written of, really does exist. Cynical Peach has awoken in the last couple weeks, methinks.

October O, a wonderful booksie author, has written about celestial sighs that the universe offers, and to me, I receive many of those celestial sighs for my own warmth knowing I'm on the right path in life. My version of those sighs are very rare lately and that has me re-thinking the path I'm on.

Of course, I could just buy myself a new pair of fetish boots, imagine Urja rocking out with her band and simply pocket my concerns for another time.

Peach Digresses*
Wonderful writing that can only be written when felt, Urja. I applaud and whole hearted know this.

Posted: Aug 23, 2008

Author Comment:

Wow, that was SOME comment! Well, it is night here, a Saturday night, to be more precise. Some people are preparing to party, some regretting the rahter rapid and fruitless loss of the first half of the weekend, I among them! (By the way, I am moving to Canada next July - to Calgary, to be more precise! Got a good offer there). Yes, distance is such a bummer, isn't it? Okay, since you talk about obstacles and distance, I'm going to post one more poem which I had written about the same time as this one (more as an exercise in wishful thinking). I was not planning to post it, but this comment of yours has made me wonder.... I've got to check out the work of October O - sounds like someone I would like. 'Celestial sighs', wow, that is a real beauty.

Sometimes I wonder if our thinking and rethinking gets us moving only in circles. But then, if not for that, we wouldn't be we. Much earlier, I had wished for a simpler way of thinking, envying people who could just be, just like that. Soon, however, I realized that with all the pain and pleasure, I would not have it any other way.

Yeah, lady, grab that pair of fetish boots and put them to good use!

Hello Urja,

I really loved this one! It really is a beautiful and heart-felt poem. You really do have such a way with words! I am really astonished and amazed at how close to home this poem comes. When I said, that I was the "Why Kid" growing up, I was also dubbed, "The Dreamer" by my classmates and friends. Sometimes, I can think about her allday just like in your poem. Thanks for capturing the essence and thoughts of a daydreamer.

My soon to be wife and I have been communicating for 2 years in a very long distance relationship. Reading it was like you knew us personally. She is in China and I am here in Canada but, I do travel there and we do get to see each other twice a year. Getting her travel Visa has been a very long and painstaking process but, finally she gets to come here in November.

I think it is the "Why Kids" & "The Dreamers" that made this world what is today and what it will be tomorrow!

Never stop your profound and thought proking writing!

Posted: Aug 28, 2008

Author Comment:

Hi Rio, I know exactly what you mean when you talk about being a 'why kid' as well as a 'dreamer'. Sometimes, perhaps both the left and the right brains are fighting for dominence? Good to know that your beloved and you are soon to be united. I've seen some really strong long-distance bonds. It's tough, but it works; I'm glad that it does, in your case. Thank you so much for your heartfelt appreciation. I'm really glad you liked this one.

Hello Again Urja,

I just forgot to say that, " I hope you do not mind too much that I share this poem with her" I know she will love it! And, I meant to say provoking. Just in a little hurry to get back to work

Some will say that long-distance love and relationships do and will not work. Maybe some will not, depending on the people involved but, I think that the long-distance makes love and the relationship that much stronger!

Posted: Aug 28, 2008

Author Comment:

Rio, that's a great compliment! By all means, share it with her. What more could a writer want than finding resonance in the minds of the reader? Yes, you are right, it really depends on the people involved.

Okay, my comments will not be as epic as some of the above. (And please remember, poetry have never been my strong suit) But there is a lot of passion and feeling in this piece. What makes it funny is my husband is out of town and just 2 hours down the road, but I kinda feel the same way tonight.

Posted: Aug 28, 2008

Author Comment:

Hello Nita, I can definitely understand how you feel about poetry - my husband feels exactly the same, and he is a writer too. He can neither understand nor enjoy poetry and he prefers not to. I really appreciate you going through this poem despite the fact that you are more into prose. Haha, I hope you've told the hubby that you miss him! Thank you for taking time to read and comment.

Magnificent, Urja.

After reading your: "Monday Morning Blues", and contemplating time, I had to read this one.

You have done a marvelous thing here. You have reiterated, for me, how love can transcend space and time.

[I LIKE IT] is not enough. I love it!

My only love poem: "Not a Thought" was an attempt to show my Love how love trancends thought. I would be grateful for your honest critique.

craaig

Posted: Sep 5, 2008

Author Comment:

Wow, I'm grinning from ear to ear now!

*off to read your 'Not a Thought*

By the way, I've been meaning to read your poems for quite a while now - I've found your comments on the works of different people quite meaningful and I've wondered about your style of writing poetry. Somehow or the other it never happened, but now is the perfect opportunity.

Hello Urja....readers of all ages can relate to this poem as its language is so simple...sensitively describing the pains and pangs of far off love...thanks for sharing...enjoyed.
Rahbar.

Posted: Sep 24, 2008

Author Comment:

Hi Rahbar, I'm so glad that you enjoyed this one. Thank you for your time.

A beautiful expression of love: selfless and unconditional. ^^

Posted: Sep 29, 2008

Author Comment:

Jadey, sorry for the late response - I have not been on booksie for past few days. I'm glad you liked this poem - it was one of my earlier ones and when I was more starry eyed than I am now... but it's always fun to look back. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.

As you may understand from reading my piece "International Incarceration", this poem seems to have been written for me to some degree.

"You are probably
Watching the star
I saw setting
Hours ago."

Only I am the one watching the star she saw setting hours ago as she is in London.

All I can say is thank you and a great piece of writing here!

Write on my friend!

Posted: Oct 12, 2008

Author Comment:

Randall, I really hope things work out between all of you. It is so unfortunate that while hearts weave love together regardless of distance, nationality or other such considerations, artifical barriers intervene to create chaos. I'm happy that you could relate to the poem. Thank you for reading and for your heartfelt comment.

Sweet. And synchronicity shall pull us together when we are ready. A wonderful thought that you've brought to be. Very nice.
luvluvluv

Posted: Oct 17, 2008

Author Comment:

Hello Devilrod! This poem is actually not my usual style - it is too focussed and too sweet - not the way my mind really works - normally my thoughts keep hopping from one branch of idea to another, trying to find connections and correlations here and there. I guess this was written in a rare moment of adolescent infatuation! But I guess all of us pass through that phase some time or the other in life! Thank you for reading and the kind words.



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