Romantic apprehension on selection

On seeing the door closed,
there surface,about the insiders,
many notions and stands.


But,
how could she know?
there awaits,
behind the door,the timeless fathomless ocean
with love straits, unforeseen treasures.


She might have reserved ears
for a mere call
to pull apart the door.
But,
how a mute ocean call whistle?

Unless the hive of silence
dismantles on its own
a decision may live unborn.


But even if ship wrecks
and no rudder left,
got degenerated in to nothing
at least the rhymes of my cells
will attain her shore
struggling against
the cold, depth and the waves

Reviews

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Sometimes life tends to play hide and seek game, often leaving us head over heals. But there are times when the turmoils within changes everything at its wake.

Emotive, vivid and beautiful!
Reader can easily feel the words...

[zunie frost]

wow !!! great poetry and real nicely done

But,
how could she know?
there awaits,
behind the door,the timeless fathomless ocean
with love straits, unforeseen treasure
these lines are the best !!!
thanks for sharing such a lovely work

[M P Ramesh]

Zunie,
Thanks for the notice and review

MPR

[zunie frost]

was my pleasure !!!! happy new year

[M P Ramesh]

Zunie,
Thanks and same to you

MPR

[Cherry]

You wrote this beautifully.

My favorite line from this is
But even if ship wrecks
and no rudder left,
got degenerated in to nothing
at least the rhymes of my cells will attain her shore
struggling against
the cold, depth and the waves

It shows true devotion.

[M P Ramesh]

cherry,
Thanks for your magnetic shrewdness. This is a 1995 poem in Malayalam published in a leading literary weekly. I f it still ignites something devoted in different minds....... Thats what I said yesternight....which is ART and this makes a difference of us , the humanbeings

M P Ramesh

[M P Ramesh]

Originally written in MALAYALAM, an indian language and got rendered in to English by me. The poem was written in 1994 and got published in Deshabhimani weekly in 1994.