Balthazar

To the beat of a mazurka,

I marched along,

towards a sunset, towards a dream.

With the smile of a baby,

I marched along,

One life ends, another begins.

Drenched in the summer rain,

I marched along,

A tear or a drop of light?

He marched along too,

To the beat of a mazurka,

In the gentle rain.

He marched along too,

Called himself Balthazar,

A protector of kings.

He marched along too,

With the smile of a baby,

Innocent appeal or elusive charm?

Balthazar, sunset, rain and a smile-

Perhaps it was destiny,

I fell in love with him…

 

Reviews

[sushi]

Its beautiful...

A beautiful story as new and pure as sun light...

"Perhaps it was destiny,
I fell in love with him…"

Some times strangers get too close to us. When we think of the past when we met them, we find no logic or reason in the stranger turning into our life's essence. May be its the destiny. May be its true....

Loved it...

Thanks for sharing...

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Vaidehi,

This is a beautiful poem. Romantic name: Balthazar, one of the three wise men to seek the Star of Bethlehem, and Mazurka, a quick, triple-meter, Polish dance. Nicely put together. But I also note that this is a somewhat old poem for you, posted elsewhere in October of 2006. Thank you for posting it again so that we, on WC, can read this wonderful piece.

This was wonderfully conceived and nicely executed. I'm impressed. High marks!

Best regards,

Rick

[Sujash I. Purna]

this is a very charming piece of work and I liked the idea of Mazurka beat as a hypnotism that takes you to your destiny...