My first love

Hola!

Well, I must say I’m pretty overwhelmed by the response I’ve received from the blogging community, be it in the form of follows, comments, likes or just views. Guess I finally figured how to tap the limitless potential of blogging, huh? (BTW If you are wondering what I’m talking about, then the answer is community participation.)

Hence, I figured you guys deserved a token of appreciation before we start out.

And here it goes!…. 🙂

And now, as a token of gratitude I would now like to skip my rant and get to the point….

(Note:-

1. For my ‘business only’ readers, I’d like to request you to scroll directly to the part in Italics, for that’s the real thing. This way you’ll avoid all the boredom and distraction caused by my rants.
2. While my ‘economy’ readers, who do possess the luxury of time can perhaps entertain themselves until we get there. Consider it as a stash of complimentary popcorn.)

At the backstage…

I don’t know whether I’ll be making it into a habit, but this time, I do have a story to tell before we begin.

This post was inspired from a couple of readers (three actually, now that I think of it) :-

The first is my very good friend in real life who suggested me that I should write a poem. I really didn’t give it much thought as I don’t actually imagine myself as poetic. I’m rather the blunt, out in the open kinda person.

But then another reader from a distant corner of the world came across the only post in my mother tongue and said:-

Hey, is this post not meant for us?

I was like no, it’s nothing like that! It’s just that when something came out of the deepest recess of my heart, it did tend to come out in a language which I’ve called my home since birth. I’m sure this holds true for all of us. (Except perhaps those who do have English as their native language… Wonder how that would be like….)

(If you are wondering which post I’m talking about, then it’s this one:- माझं पहिलं प्रेम

Anyways, they were right. I couldn’t let language become a barrier and hence I decided that I would provide an English translation to the same.

Just as I was about to do that, the final push came in from a third blogger who, to my surprise, told me that I was very poetic. (Thanks, BTW!) 🙂

Then it really wasn’t difficult even for a layman like me to put two and two together and work on a poetic translation of my original creation. And that’s how this post was born.

Voila!

So now, without further ado, let’s scrutinize my poetic ability for the first time in my whole life.

Lights, camera aaaand…. Action!

My first love

A whimsical smile escapes my lips,

every time someone asks me this tryst.

But the eyes seem a stranger for they,

only they betray the storm within.

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It all began on just ‘nother day,

for until then everything was the same.

Yet, all of a sudden that moment came,

where on nothing was quite the same.

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A kid she held in her arms,

her face aglow, caught in his charm.

And as I stared at them, mesmerized,

I knew I had it in for life.

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For unknowingly my mind had slipped,

adoring the girl instead of the kid.

‘She’s so cute’ it seemed to say,

refraining to double back until ’twas too late.

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Days went by and so did months,

almost a year was past before something was done.

But luck, God bless it, played it’s part.

And so we met, much more than once.

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Many a times it was laid to waste,

yet there were moments when hay was made.

Thy hobbies, thy nature was captured, aye.

Like a tiny bee on a mission high.

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Finally that day did dawn,

when I chose to reveal what I knew from long.

The day was no different, nay,

but what took place next sure was.

‘twas evening, the sun almost set.

Casting a myriad of shades, it’s net.

And there on the bountiful beach we lay,

with our toes tickled by the mighty waves.

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The thrashing of the waves, the croaking of the cranes,

were the only sounds that were ever made.

For what possible role could the words have played?

except perhaps fail to describe the same.

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To reassure the other it seemed,

our hands intertwined, marking a seam.

And just before the ocean could swallow the sun whole,

Our eyes met, lighting up our face as one.

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If only this were a story,

then may be it would’ve ended in this glory.

But life ain’t just a story,

’tis a compilation of a million more.

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So what really went on that day?

Oh a hell lot more than I’d ever wish to say.

We talked, we discussed, went back and forth.

An exchange of ideation, information, lot more.

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That day I got to know her better,

we thought so alike yet not quite.

For as it progressed, I realized,

my respect increased and my despair alike.

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Towards the end I felt,

a pit in the chest that would never fill.

I was so close yet impossibly far,

as though chasing a mirage in the desert Thar.

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Eventually it was concluded that,

in cherishing friendship lay our interests stat.

Alas sealing my feelings, the prerequisite,

was something I could never fulfill.

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How I wish it were that simple,

sealing my feelings as though a bin.

The only thing which was ever asked,

summarised everything impossible for me.

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Even today, we cross ‘other’s path.

And somehow those feelings never fail to crawl.

Bold enough to hope that someday,

that would be a real story.

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– Soumitra Patil.

For there’s always a silver lining…