A brush with life
A day in adulthood

A helpless follower

A man draped in tattered clothes

After dark

An axe on Keats

And can't I mould my future

And how the dreams fall

Being in love

Bereft of success

Between despair and hope

Come back soon
Devil and his counterpart

Devour

Engineers

Epitaph

Farewell

Farewell from the circle of friends

Fast moves the time

Femina

Finding Estella again

Freedom came cheap

From where to nowhere

Fulfillment

Harvest

Heart in Everest

Heaven to hell and back again

HOME

How he lies amid his ruins, and you smile

How I missed the beauty

I want to be your nosering
I weave a dream
I wonder
Insomnia

Kiss from a rose

Land's end

Leeches in my soul

Letter from battlefield

Looking back

Losing everything

Love and compromise

Love in modern times

Madonna

My abode among the clouds

My beloved

Naga Sadhu goes digital

Nevertheless I tried

Ode

On St. Valentine

On visiting an old place

Papa dear

Rancour

Reminiscences from my graveyard

Stranger at the tavern

Suspended animation

Tears, idle tears

Telephone call to my beloved

Tell her I am dead

Termination

That passed, this also may

The blissful illusion

The breathless seashore

The bride

The Buddha smiled, but he died

The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood

The day after the crossing

The desert princess

The dipping sun

The eve of St. Valentine

The frozen wet damsel

The last word

The pen and the paper

The phoenix

The pimp

The silence spoke so much

The soldier's lament

The tear left a trail

The world beyond innocence

They tell me I am mad

Thoughts of tomorrow

Titanic

To hug her close or leave her alone

Today I die

Vain is the wish to be born again

Vanished figure

Walking through the streets of a country deprived

When loss pains no more

Where the grass in not painted green

Which is better?

Wild nights
You don't ask

You see why I died

 

Priyatu's World > Poetry>  The eve of St. Valentine

The eve of St. Valentine

The day came and went many times before-
At times when on four I walked, when I mumbled my first words,
And at times when through the schools I toiled-
Yes, the day came and went, and never I thought twice.
And when love came, O, the day seemed so trifle-
Why, every day was a St. Valentine!
So, what comes now, I ask, this thirteenth of February?
Will tomorrow the sun rise in west?
Or will night turn day, and day night?
I think the sun will rise in east,
But with a new shine,
A new heat,
And well light up my day brighter,
Will add warmth to my bulging love for her.

Yes, the new sunrise is but hours away,
And what will I say?
Have I not said ‘I love you’ a million times before,
O, should I risk saying the same and make her sore?
What else is there that’s to her is still unknown,
Which part of my life and heart is still virgin,
What confession is still unmade?
I know not.
And what shall I give her to make her smile-
I gave all that was mine:
[Just this life is left,
And I would give it if she would smile]
Oh dear, so poor I lie amid the toils of my generous heart,
Then how with poorer hands I depart?

Can you feel this fluttering heart
That so wishes to fly?
Do you hear this beating heart
Which writes your name in purple?
Oh, do you see how helpless I lie
When you asked me not to knock your door?
But how can you stop me,
When your ears are yearning for words threescore,
When your cheeks are flushed pink, and eyes are closed?
Have you not dreamt of this day to come
When we would walk hand in hand,
When it would mean nothing if the sun set in east,
When my breath would be the only breeze to tease your hair,
When my pulse would be the only music you hear?
And if yes, how can I bely such dreams?
-13\2\99,Calcutta-63

COMMENTS :

The lover has been asked by his mistress not to call her on the Lover’s day. But the lover is in a dilemma. He wonders- was she earnest, or was she teasing me? He contemplates everything and comes to the realisation that the girl would be waiting to hear from him when the special day comes.

See: On St. Valentine

 

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