About the Author :
- About the Author: Arundhati Chaudhuri
- Hey!! This is Philoanna a.k.a Arundhati Chaudhuri.. This is my blog spot, so i wouldn't really want to describe myself here, because I would like my work to speak for myself. I hope you enjoy reading my blog posts and don't forget to drop a comment after you finish reading my works, because I would love to have your criticism, and aim for your appreciation. Also, share your ideas and perspectives with me on the topics I've written on if you'd like to =) Happy Reading! " How fortunate are you and I whose home is timelessness: we who have wandered down fragrant mountains of eternal now; to frolic in such mysteries as birth and death a day ( or maybe even less )" - e.e cummings
Friday, October 9, 2009
Love floods as the rain pours
down on scorched earth with zephyr,
Trees shake their boughs
and cuddle up lovingly to one another,
The lambs bleat in joy,
the colt runs about frivolously,
The wilting roses spring to life-
the whites on one side and red bloody.
You told me you would come
for me, I search and I fail,
I'm thirsty to drink from
your goblet of stinging pain,
I know not when the sky lost
its colours or where the stars fled,
I enter one dark room after another
while I blindly follow your heavy tread.
A flicker of light burns in the
distance- I see your pale outline,
You turn towards me as I stand still,
your fingers run down my jawline,
Wild winds circle us in an eternal bond
as I gaze into your coal black eyes,
You smile calmly and grimly and say,
" Follow me, my darling- or bid me goodbye."
I see you float away- farther away, my
shivering feet paces swiftly in sleepless silence,
Moonlight filters my dimmed eyes,
I doubt the reality of this fading transience,
Now I see the stars shining bright or
are those candles on my bedside?
Cold melting murmers over my ears,
I stagger clumsily on the broken ground with pried.
There's music in the rustling of the
leaves of trees, the rushing of waves of the sea,
There's a ghostly glow in your face as you turn
towards me, a strange feeling when you hold me.
Those loving lingering echos of your
sweet words into my ears when you touched me,
Burn within me like a fireball, giving me the desire
to make me yours forever if you love me deeply.
I lay my head on your cold white breast,
My dreams fading, my purpose disappearing,
Your lips touch mine gently as you give me
one of your sweet honey-like kisses with longing,
I fell asleep on your strong stony arms, and I
knew not when you left me as I woke up alone,
You ceased my heart, halted my days and nights,
Left me like forgotten flowers on a forgotten gravestone.
-- Arundhati Chaudhuri / Annabaena Ixora / Philoanna
P.S- I'm proud of this one! =) but I'm not sure if you people will understand it completely, as it is quite abstract. The one she is running after can be simply thought of a man whom she desires for, or Death. Yes, Death, which I have personified over here- think about it, it fits perfectly. I was suicidal when I wrote this. I slit my wrist the same night but survived once again.