We shall never cross orbits
They will cluster in their constellation
I in my obscurity will await epochs
To let them know my real self
I am a lone roamer and shall remain so
Neither gravitating towards them
Not letting them encroach my domain
Each to his own ...never mind the invites
I shall never make that inter-gallactic travel
Nor will they bridge the light years of separation
We shall remain content in our axes tilted
But not transgressing that fine zone of "my own"
And some nights when the moon behaves like a stranger
We shall look for each other amidst a nexus of twinkling stars
And call out each other's names through the Silences of the music filtering through the universe
We shall confine our togetherness to distances
unerasable
You in "your own" I in "my own"
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A fascinating, if sad, piece! I could take it literally, referring to the idea of as-yet-undiscovered extra-terrestrial life – or (more probably) a metaphorical statement of never finding the ideal soul-mate. Either way, an impossible hope resulting in both loneliness and resilience.
ReplyDeleteThat is a very detailed study. Thank you for your evaluation. Layers in a poem add to its mysticism. Grateful for your patient reading and effusive comment. I have endeavoured to draw a parallel between the cosmos of human relationships and the celestial bodies of our Universe. The interplay of distance and nearness is intrigue invoking.
DeleteThis is soul searching at its best!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Sir, for your esteemed visit.
DeleteLike strangers in the night, they (and you) will find each other ... the universe agrees.
ReplyDeleteYour optimism is infectious dear Helen.
DeleteI like the moon behaving like a stranger, amidst all the twinkling stars, finding one another.
ReplyDeletePoets are besotted with the moon! At least I am. I wonder why. Thank you for your appreciation.
DeleteSolitude can be a wonderful thing. As long as it doesn't morph into loneliness. Loneliness is the worst company.
ReplyDeleteYes, true. I feel the feeling of loneliness is overhyped. As my haiku mentor writes often in many of her haiku that she is enjoying her aloneness.
DeleteSomethings are not meant to be and we must just accept that. A thoughtful post.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed..some relationships are just not workable...they will remain distant, that pain will persist, become a dull ache, an occasional memory... and life will go on in different orbits..perhaps for the best.
ReplyDeleteRajani, you have just nailed it.
ReplyDeleteBe-it the cosmos or relationships, I found this an optimistic piece. Closeness can still exist at a respectful distance.
ReplyDeleteThat is very true Penelope. I am of the opinion that space matters. In our society women are still subservient to patriarchy and individual liberty is foreign for them. At the same time, it is necessary to watch out that liberty does not become licentious and throw people apart.
DeleteI like the lines on the moon behaving like a stranger. And...
ReplyDeleteThe moon is slipping away
Every year two inches further
Giving the earth the cold shoulder
Making each day a little longer https://looseleafnotes.com/2015/09/we-used-to-be-closer/
I read your poem on moon getting farther from the Earth. Very interesting. As humans are the celestial bodies too are becoming strangers to each other.
Deletewow amazing poem although sad. Love the line We shall look for each other amidst a nexus of twinkling stars So beautiful Like a longing which doesn't get reciprocated
ReplyDeleteThanks Marja. Glad you liked the poem.
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