Wish You Were Here
The fading light tells of dusk that draws near;
bringing to the midst of banter a numbing chill.
But nothing matters, since you're still here.
Through riotous times of sunshine and good cheer
a soft voice hums a dirge that mirth cannot still
telling us "the time, it inevitably draws near."
We laugh louder, and pretend we cannot hear,
fearing the effort will consume us against our will.
But your presence bringing joy anew, is still here.
Every day we find something that we hold dear,
a peace that renews, a hope that seeks to fill;
But all under the shadow still drawing near.
We have watched the bubbles in the glass disappear
bemoaning cups that slipped, as they sometimes will.
Forgetting your intoxicating laughter was still here.
Tis far too late that we've learnt this lesson, I fear;
only the wine drunk matters, not the tears you spill.
Now I know as the time for final goodbyes draws near,
Life, I sometimes missed you while you were still here.
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An aubade, though I find the idea has been implemented before.
bringing to the midst of banter a numbing chill.
But nothing matters, since you're still here.
Through riotous times of sunshine and good cheer
a soft voice hums a dirge that mirth cannot still
telling us "the time, it inevitably draws near."
We laugh louder, and pretend we cannot hear,
fearing the effort will consume us against our will.
But your presence bringing joy anew, is still here.
Every day we find something that we hold dear,
a peace that renews, a hope that seeks to fill;
But all under the shadow still drawing near.
We have watched the bubbles in the glass disappear
bemoaning cups that slipped, as they sometimes will.
Forgetting your intoxicating laughter was still here.
Tis far too late that we've learnt this lesson, I fear;
only the wine drunk matters, not the tears you spill.
Now I know as the time for final goodbyes draws near,
Life, I sometimes missed you while you were still here.
_____________________________________________________
An aubade, though I find the idea has been implemented before.
nice to see you write again..poetry is your forte. loved the last two lines.
alpha
Posted by
Anonymous |
June 04, 2007 7:24 PM
Though be back? Good....
Posted by
Anonymous |
June 04, 2007 9:47 PM
Agent Alpha : I'm glad I am all write too : ) And nice to have the Queen herself back.
Naanimouse :Errr... yes, yes, all to the good.
Posted by
?! |
June 05, 2007 5:43 AM
Loved this one. My 2nd favourite among all your pomes.
Posted by
Anonymous |
June 06, 2007 9:57 AM
What I think Dubious man is that you ought to stop indulging in banter altogether. No good it is, I tell you, no good at all.
Posted by
Anonymous |
June 07, 2007 8:16 AM
N : My most favourite poem is the one yet to be written : )
Ph : So you ARE keeping your promises : ). As you said somewhere else, since the rest is all dispensed with, only banter remains no ?
As for being good... oh well, as I read somehwere, God will forgive, tis His job.
Posted by
?! |
June 07, 2007 6:32 PM
Saar! Good to see you back. And you still confound me with poetry ;)
Welcome back..
Posted by
anantha |
June 18, 2007 11:27 AM
X-aNTi: innaatha solrathu. Bemani guvvurment kaaranga transfer panni utaanuga. Blog apeetu aayidchi. Ippo puchha vandikirena, konjam tartin trouble. (Ugh Rant kooda adhaanaam.)
Poga poga sari aayidum.
( Now you can properly say confounded).
Posted by
?! |
June 18, 2007 2:26 PM
Aah, the cat is set among pigeons, leading to great debates among the literati and cognoscenti whether this is an aubade or villanelle.
We homegrown types can only say this reminds us of a much favoured ghazal:
aah ko chahiye ik umr asar hone tak
kaun jeeta hai teri zulf ke sar hone tak
Posted by
Anonymous |
June 19, 2007 8:02 PM
@Anon- What great debates? Don't make me laugh. I merely quibbled.
Posted by
Lalita |
June 19, 2007 11:15 PM
Ooh, now I know what an aubade is :D
Posted by
Anonymous |
June 20, 2007 12:35 AM
Nonnymouse : यक नज़र बेश नहीं फ़ुर्सत-ए हस्ती ग़ाफ़िल
गर्मी-ए बज़्म है इक रक़्स-ए शरर होते तक
The break was too short, alas.
Lalitaji : Sigh. Has it struck you that nobody seems to have noted your praise for the poem, and only your quibbles take centre stage?
Pravin : Listen, Learn, Enjoy.
(OK, tis a TV channel ad).
Posted by
?! |
June 20, 2007 11:20 AM
Spot on!
Further,
shamma har rang mein jalti hain sahar hone tak
and as Ghalib also said:
ye na thi hamari qismat ke visaal-e-yaar hota
agar aur jiite rehte to yahii intezar hota
Posted by
Anonymous |
June 20, 2007 8:13 PM
Boy o boy and look who summer brought out of hiding. alive and well i hope? :)
Posted by
GratisGab |
June 21, 2007 11:24 PM
But nothing matters, since you're still here.
And your presence bringing joy anew, is still here.
Since we not clever enough to say what we will - we copy someone else's famous lines.
PS: we got news, if u got time.
Posted by
Anonymous |
June 26, 2007 10:35 AM