On life and its vagaries

In touch with Beauty

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Long ago, (eons did pass it seems)

I saw my dearest in all her splendor

And sited* in a smile on   a lovely face

Which came floating by the window.

I was entranced, and stood awhile

Deeply stirred by the passing visage

Where did I see the vision before?

Where was it, in a dream or in real life?

I was in a tremor but was not aware

That she doesn’t grace the mortals often

Even the greatest of us glimpses her-

Once (or twice) if  he be in extreme luck.

Thought I was blessed by her divine grace

All through my life, and so would it remain

And I passed my life dreaming so

So very sure that she had wedded me.

Little did I know,  she needs to be sought again

Once she has shown her benign liking.

Being young and insensibly foolish

I saw it not, and did not seek any further.

Youth has a strange intensity which is rare

And covers everything up in its luminance

It stood for the absence I would have-

Felt otherwise, in her lack of grace.

Years went and so did my ardent youth

Slowly did I begin my search for her

I yearned in anguish for my dearest love

But she remains mute and so deeply distant.

I was the one blessed by gods, the one

Who has been shown the ultimate truth

There was nothing that I have touched

which did not turn to gold as if in magic.

Yet she does pretend still to be away

Removed far from my warm embrace

Not deigning to show the least mark

Or affect of my deepest love.

I soothe now myself with the flimsy thought

That even while remaining so very far

She still guides these fingers to make

some music that still pretends to be cute.

Oh my darling come to me, cover me with-

Those touches sweet and divine, embrace me-

In a grip so sure, make me your own

Be mine, mine own, for all ages to come…..


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  1. fantastic.. two strangers living under the same roof.. the pain is portrayed so delicately yet clearly.


    September 22, 2009 at 11:30 am

  2. Though it did not touch the heights of

    “Dwa SupaRnA Sayuja SakhAya”. of the Vedas,

    in a sense you are very right . There is a duality. With the artist as the male (in my case) and the art (beauty) as the female. Art is feminine and to worship her is to surrender to her, at least in the throes of our creativity 🙂


    September 22, 2009 at 1:25 pm

  3. explain please…


    September 22, 2009 at 3:35 pm

  4. It will take too long to explain it here. I will write about it in an entire post soon. 🙂


    September 22, 2009 at 8:41 pm

  5. do let me know when you explain it 🙂


    October 3, 2009 at 5:28 pm

  6. Okay I am getting round to it. Writing an article is tough work and I am the laziest person around 🙂


    October 3, 2009 at 9:14 pm

  7. articles are really, really borrrrrring


    October 5, 2009 at 4:37 pm

  8. Yeah I know, it’s only an intellectual exercise.

    Any way I am going to skip references altogether in the one I am planning, too much trouble you know, thinking of extemporizing it, might not come out legible in the end. Had a go at it the other day , ideas are not really falling into place. As I said tough work, almost done anyway.


    October 5, 2009 at 7:20 pm

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