Bulwark  ( AOA.3)

Bulwark ( AOA.3)

A Poem by Mrudula Rani

You fit anywise auspiciously in my heart.
I can't impart anymore you and I apart.
Sense you withal solely even when distant.

As light of candles at altar evoke orison,
Orphic grace and repletion you proportion.
Noways I nest in triste as you're untold console,

Aptly aright your augustness I extol.

© 2020 Mrudula Rani


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Oh the ache this makes me feel! Mrudula... the truth of your ardor in these lines shines brighter than any candle could ever glisten!! this is so starkly beautiful a compose even in the brevity of lines it spills a novel

Posted 3 Months Ago


Mrudula Rani

3 Months Ago

Thank you Robert, I adore your perception of my thoughts. Muitíssimo obrigada.
The many facets of this love you describe are grand to witness, Mrudula. It makes me think of the old stories of a love at first sight that goes on to grow into a towering oak over time.

To need someone’s presence so deeply and have that need returned is a gloriously idea. Love becoming a kind of altar and the light of the other the candle that draws you closer.

It’s lovely work. I’m always glad to see what your mind has dreamt in the rich hues of your word explorations.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Mrudula Rani

3 Months Ago

Thank you Eilis, for your comprehension and appreciation of my concept of love. I value Your always .. read more
I often mention a candle has been or will be lit to people.. it's as much for living reality than the spiritual.. We can only think of a wee light around a wick represents a thought from someone who cares.

To care for someone as you do in your extraordinary words is in itself a light around the thought.. Nowt wrong with that, my friend. In fact, wonderful. Wonder Full

Posted 4 Months Ago


Mrudula Rani

4 Months Ago

Thank you Emmajoy, for your intuitive review. I appreciate your discerning very much. Uma abraço.
Remember my mum always dragged me into the chapel when she was out shopping, though I wasn't allowed in unless my face was clean. This usually resulted in her spitting into a hankie and scrubbing me clean. I could probably get her arrested for that these days, but once inside I was a bit obsessed with candles as I was allowed to light one. I quite like the idea of lighting a candle for a lost one, it's a symbol that can be quite thought-provoking comforting in a strange way.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Mrudula Rani

4 Months Ago

That little almond shaped flame at the tip of a wick evokes so many immeasurable sentiments, communi.. read more
Paul Bell

4 Months Ago

Yeah, I think that's what drew me in.

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Added on November 23, 2019
Last Updated on January 2, 2020
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