Seems like hundreds of years flew away
On a heart with no beat struggling to stay
November the 6th was the date
When it skipped some beats to a classmate
The whole world dwelled in his eyes
Beaming blue as our eternal skies
Forbidden dreams there were born
Fatal silence by screams worn
The World in his world I did see
Yet to notice, blind was he
Once again I wasn’t right
Left I turned when Right was right
Between friendship and love born pain
I chose friendship, but reached for vain
For I couldn’t control a lost beat
His shadow by me left no empty seat
But I chose the hardest, and it was a lone choice
I set sail, but haunts my time his voice
Fear over years grew
Tears cut but never sew
Finding no peace in my roam
Flew back again home
It was a sweet November day;
The sixth since I sailed away
The way drove me to an old road
Along, trees and breeze composed an ode
There I was on school’s gate
Once again a slave of fate
Memories stormed inside
Couldn’t find any shelter to hide
Until a tender hand woke my shoulder
I turned to see who dares making my reborn beats molder
Paralysis stroke my storm when eyes met
“I knew I’ll find you here; I do regret
Didn’t know how precious you were till you sailed the seven seas
Leaving me ticks to count and a beat hard to ease
I’ve waited you for so long
Your heart is where I belong”
I grabbed all the courage I could
To set fire on a wet wood
Drenched in tears for years
But then stole my voice cruel fears
And I found myself hiding in his bosom
November’s no more in Fall; there I was in blossom
It’s not often that we are taken aback by a painting, but this painting delivers what set fire to tear drenched wood does.
Well I had that feeling too when my eyes fell on it specially that it perfectly fits my last stanza…
Thanks for the nice description..
Peace & Light
The last para graph is just stupendous Mira! ” I grabbed all the courage I could
To set fire on a wet wood” these lines haunt…You carved a world out of your words and the sweetness of the feelings drenched them with poignant waters..
Thanks Soumya for the honeyed words..
& frankly it’s my favorite part of the whole poem..
Love & Light
Beautiful and passionate as always.
Thanks Nel; as always pleased to know you’ve enjoyed your visit..
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Very masterfully composed
Thanks Sirrah; honored by your evaluation..
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I was mesmerized by the heartbeats in your words…a very awesome poem Mira…i was to happy tears of love for your moment! Have a beautiful day my sister, as your heart always radiantly shines ever so bright!
Thanks Wendell for the radiance you always bring along…much love back to you
Peaceful week ahead
Outstanding!
Thanks… glad to know how it tastes..
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Great message in this one… 😉
message!! wish there were any; still not wise enough to send any to any 🙂
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Oh you are so modest. 😉
O’ no Beth…I always have that question on mind:
why reality is called by different names when its born with one unique identity!
🙂
Sometimes, we give more than time and ink to a page. Sometimes we bleed, and even when years have passed, fingers rub raw the scars hidden within the lines. I love this, Mira. For all the ordinary reasons, but for others I cannot name, but know that you know them (the same). ~ My love to you always, Bobbie
O’ Bobbie your October isn’t far from my November…& frankly you’ve made me search old diaries for a whole day to find this…
much love to you always
I love that such brought you joy in both the living, and in the remembering to search. ~ Love ever, B
mmm… thought you know best that searching old drawers holds more pain to joy…
….both………and I’ll suffer the one for the other any day 🙂
fusion but not confusion:)
hugs
exactly…………….. 😉
Very very nice
Thanks dear; glad you’ve found it as such.
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So poignant, touching and tender…..i could feel the beats throb through me.
Memories of a lost november…..perhaps found again?
The ending’s happy and sweet…
Lost November’s never found dear one; never found..
Much love to you & I’m glad to see you again but my happiness is incomplete till I see again your smile..
Peace & Light
I still wish for your lost november to be found in some way.
Lots of love and prayers back to you.
You are so kind dear friend…..just for u- 🙂
Thanks for the blessed embrace…much love back
lovely.
I always fascinated by your words Mira, and the painting fits well to the lines, awesome…
Thanks dear… glad to know your mind..
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Amazing work, my friend! Keep up!
x
Thank you Nandita… Hugs
You have birthed life, treasuring these moments.
Consciously, I cannot write a single word here — You have released me
into words that can bring tears to bond over a lesson of life and emotions.
Why do we have to learn?
Courage comes from muddied chapters of life, and life designs a strange path ahead — Love is there and dead it is, and love is to be found again.
I’m very unsure at this moment, and in your flow I pray again. I’m back as a wanderer, and what do I see?
Apologize me, I recalled something that burns within. Apologize me,
I will flow in this moment of silence for a while. It is transient, but fluent.
*I apologize.
O’ dear & what do we have but those beats we carve in time; in the same time that carved them earlier!!
Don’t know if I’m glad to have your beats stirred here but I’m sorry for igniting that flame you’re hardly trying to convice yourself that it was put off long ago..
Perhaps I’m gone nuts to analyze it this way but I do trust my third eye & that connection I feel upon reading some of your poems..
By the way no need to correct; remember WE (poets) read beyond the written of words:)
Ah & I miss reading you; hope I’ll be back soon; there should be many many missed beats by then.
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We are repurchasing the same time, Mira. Humans are twisted.
It was there, and it will be — peace I can offer in new direction.
In those beats, I can count few good ones too. It is to be born in a moment, and to die in a moment. I felt your memories, and they started beating in me. Life it is, Mira.
Cheers. 🙂
Twisted…. Couldn’t find a better word; thanks Pawan for the dive..
May your days be better than mine; cheers
I felt my heart beat harder with each stanza! Brilliantly done, Mira Jay! ♥ Angi
Thanks Dr… I’m glad you’re touched
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Very fine stuff, Mira.
Thanks dear; missed your music like hell..
Looking forward for an over-dose on my return:)
Stay blessed till then
Mira,
I’ve always been a sucker for “love’s dream lost” and happily ever afters and you served them up so beautifully in this piece.
Paul
Thanks Paul; glad you’ve enjoyed your visit & actually I don’t know if I wish there were any “happily ever after” written at the end…
Peace & Light
I think that “happily ever after” is quite often a figment of a dream as we deal with the reality of life. “Happily sometimes” maybe, but “ever after” really stretches it a bit far.
Paul
I agree & as Eric Hoffer says; “The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness.”
I could feel the echo of each beat
as your pen to paper did meet….
what a beautiful work of art….
I needed this before I start to get ready for work
will give me much thought as I wander through my mundane
world…
Thank you …
Take Care…
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ladyblue
Thanks dear; pleased you’ve got the start you need; may you have a peaceful day..
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Extraordinary twists and turns in this saga, with a stunning visual that seems to melt into the words. Some lines just make me catch my breath. A work of art, carved, not written, carved.
mmm… You caught me; catching breaths is my game:)
Thanks for the roses you left me; much love