January 20, 2007

Of late

Of late

I see a yawning distance creeping in
Between us, a swelling gap,
The rend getting too big to mend
The organic link, shriveling

There will never be a vacuum.
The distance will continue to extend
Others would step in to mark the milestones
And like elastic, it would keep stretching.

At times you may rush back to me
Seeking some sustenance, solace, else,
Some tangible manifestation
Of how things were or would be

Occasionally, I may claim you again
To just hold against my bosom
To validate my achievement
To proclaim my nebulous hold

Meanwhile, there would be others
With significant, strong needs
Who would play out distinctive roles
And seek the matching recompense

As you grow, we grow apart
You strike out on your path
I wish you would climb high, wander wide, delve deep
Savor the thrills, experience the ecstasies
And that I could but be along on all those rides
Yet for all that we need to disentangle, disengage

These profuse wishes are of little avail
Unless I give you the freedom to fly
The space and time to test your strengths
And uncharted waters to try, and plumb

On these journeys which are yours alone
Your companions, I may not invariably approve
But would learn to school my censure
And not deny you the right to choose

No other woman can be what I am
And I cannot be what they would be
It is an uneasy treaty- no foes, but still
To surrender a vital part of me- you,
To them, who may not know your value to me

No other woman can be so thrilled
By your warm hugs, your deep kisses,
The feeling of knowing you within,
Your moist soft mouth at her breast,
Your eyes forever trained, mutely,
Your words which followed, so sweetly,
Your pranks, your serenades,
Your triumphs, your disappointments-
All these, are eternally mine alone.

I would treasure this familiarity
In my heart, my womb, my lips, my eyes
Each pore of me which has known each cell of yours

Others would crave and know your love
And you would similarly sip theirs
While I stand guard at this fount
That we discovered and shared

You always resent that you weren’t my first -
You wish to alter that order
But does this primacy matter
In a mere issue of sequence?

Lets settle this row once for all -
You are the shiny bright pearl
Charmer, soldier, my own treasure,
I commend you to the world.

15 comments:

dharmabum said...

i am not at all the poetry kinds, and yet, i liked these word so much, shankari. i think its meybe coz there isn't anything 'abstract' in your words.

and i really want to share it with my parents, with your permission.

i am also happy that u r continuing the writing - thank you ever so much!

"These profuse wishes are of little avail
Unless I give you the freedom from me" - so sad, yet so true :)

Sideways Chica said...

Wow again.

I miss you.

Junius said...

clap clap clap clap ...
hee hee nice one, tho lengthy like that distance thing
streching on n on....

chitra said...

Glad you decided to post it. Certainly tomorrow, when your son grows a little bit old, he would appreciate it.

Shankari said...

Dharmab,

I thot it would only be mothers like me who may wish to share it with their kids- thrilled that you would consider sharing it with your parents! :)

Teri, hi! I know we've been missing each other, hope things get better on that front :)

ende, right you are- went on n on :D:D and the word 'love' used ad nauseum! :p Anyway, I never claimed to be a poet!

Junius said...

but...i can see a cute small girl waiting for her chance of poem too :D!!

...or is it repetition of what happened to shankari...?...

venuss66 said...

Wonderful.

Shankari said...

ende,

the little girl, you ask?

She is entitled to much more than a single pome. The relationship between a mother and daughter transcends too many levels to be reduced to a single pome! And while the mother son relationship is a many spendoured thing too- this is an 'organic' part of the relationship :)

Shankari said...

Hi Venus!

Thanks for dropping in.

iamnasra said...

I did not know you write poetry...Its nice to enjoy the wind of your poems

LIP is having a Poetry Tribute (again)

hope u can join

www.livinginpoetry.blogspot.com

Anonymous said...

Oh,my God, oh my god, how true,but how difficult!

supernova said...

Beautiful! Am glad I stumbled onto your blog!

Prashant Karkera said...

You write good poetry:)

Shankari said...

Hi Nasra,

We meet after long!

Dharma' dad,

Thanks for coming by to my blog.

Supernova & Prashant,

Thats so sweet of you guys to say so, thanks.
Am not able to write at all- so perhaps poetry is easier as it is shorter than my prose (though not by the standards of poetry)!

supernova said...

Do you mind if I add you to my blogroll?