Friday, February 1, 2008 by Indrajit
Heart
Ah! heart ,is it the same arcade,
where we store our fondness forever
& secluded memories, bitter-sweet,
galaxies of love with delicate care?
Heart,that pumps blood till we live,
bears the lost pangs in an impassive vein,
heart , they say is hurt the most,
wheh wishes tumble and betrayals reign.
Heart , O how many deaths it witnesses
in one life , (or is it one too many) ?
spacing for sublimes and sorrows alike,
it beats usual, and at times, cacophony.
heart, the bearer of secrets immortal,
the seer of goodness unsung,
every valour needs a heart,and yet -
it melts with every paramours' depart.
the heart beats , at times the void hollers
yet it reposes , in many lazy seasons.
with days of yore and essence of yesteryears,
with all life's beatings , it seeketh no reasons.
savouring and solacing till the curtain draws,
it beats blued flaws and hosannas galore
the bearer for life and it's reflections' abode,
Till life's curtain sails to the Eternal shores.
Indrajit Ghosal
Copyright(c)reserved 2008.
Ah! heart ,is it the same arcade,
where we store our fondness forever
& secluded memories, bitter-sweet,
galaxies of love with delicate care?
Heart,that pumps blood till we live,
bears the lost pangs in an impassive vein,
heart , they say is hurt the most,
wheh wishes tumble and betrayals reign.
Heart , O how many deaths it witnesses
in one life , (or is it one too many) ?
spacing for sublimes and sorrows alike,
it beats usual, and at times, cacophony.
heart, the bearer of secrets immortal,
the seer of goodness unsung,
every valour needs a heart,and yet -
it melts with every paramours' depart.
the heart beats , at times the void hollers
yet it reposes , in many lazy seasons.
with days of yore and essence of yesteryears,
with all life's beatings , it seeketh no reasons.
savouring and solacing till the curtain draws,
it beats blued flaws and hosannas galore
the bearer for life and it's reflections' abode,
Till life's curtain sails to the Eternal shores.
Indrajit Ghosal
Copyright(c)reserved 2008.
To continue with the theme, the heart bears so many loads in its lifetime, still it remains the same for its entire life...we all associate heart with love, but I agree with you, it is a real treasure of so many things unknown to the outside world....well written lines...lovely words!
Ok...
Look, you've provided everything to enrich the poem but according to me it lacks the touchy quality which it needs the most... coz the title is "heart", if it was something else i wudn't hv bothered...
"Heart,that pumps blood till we live,
bears the lost pangs in an impassive vein,
heart , they say is hurt the most,
wheh wishes tumble and betrayals reign."
-Here first two lines havva different color compared to the last two(n i like these two) lines... i feel gettin bit incompatible...
May be it wud hv been sweeter if u had used simpler words to keep in parity with the matters...
Last two stanzas r real beauties :)
Smile n pen...
its a gr8 theme to write about
the ideas are supereb
a good one on the whole :)
....Heart=engine's life or Life its self!....a true Definition of the headquarters of our contradictions:love and hate,fear and courage,vice and virtue......CONGRATS!
heart, the bearer of secrets immortal,
the seer of goodness unsung,
every valour needs a heart,and yet -
it melts with every paramours' depart.
these r the lines i liked the best...
@kalyan: thanks .
@L writer: "touchy quality"-hmm what more can u expect frm a heartless huh?:P..
"Heart,that pumps blood till we live,
bears the lost pangs in an impassive vein,
heart , they say is hurt the most,
wheh wishes tumble and betrayals reign."
here i feel onlY th 1st line is not aligning with THE OTHER 3 LINES, read it again.. And i feel th words hve been simple, if not simplest.:D
anyways , glad to get your opinion, which can differ :).. tc
@Shal :)
@Olympia
thank u mam.
@swatimala
hmm i too ke them alongside th last one..Thanks :)
As always I find a reflection of my thoughts being written by you before i can pen them down... :D
Let happiness fill your heart in such a manner that joy be the only reason fr tears in your eyes :)
@ Ms Khot,
gee, blush blush :)
on a aserious note , am happpy that my poor self's thought matched a Stalwart's .. Thank u.
Hmmm wonderfully written!
Too many emotions and just one little heart to bear all of them.
Practically speaking,the emotions and thoughts are of the brain rather than the heart,ain't they? :)
...orre aamra Blood Brothers ..!...it feels like you have the same kinda heart that ..bleeds..:(
dont know ..though..it still bears..my soul and life..!
*i would like you to delete this comment after reading ..!!
heart, the bearer of secrets immortal,
the seer of goodness unsung...
loved it!
cheers!
Ah! heart ,is it the same arcade,
where we store our fondness forever
& secluded memories, bitter-sweet,
galaxies of love with delicate care?
indrajeet....well done....beautifully written....i loved it....keep it up
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u mst be wondering y i hvnt still commnted.
actualy u knw indro..everyday i cm 2 ur pg n read this poem at lst thrice n more i rd d more new feelings tk brth inside my heart... n i just dont find any words to expln my feelings. i jst bcm speechless. its so wonderful.
may be sm othr day i will cmmnt wen i will find sm approprt wrds to expln my inner thoughts n feeling abt this masterpc of urs.