oasis:utopia

I don't regret this regret.

It is a vast stretch of sand, my heart.

Miles to explore in the dark.

Once it dared to blossom,

They say it's utopia.

Ask me how.

Your love came by. 

That is how.

A single drop it was.

So powerful, it didn't evaporate.

The heat of my wrath failed.

And although I never saw you again

You carved in my heart an oasis.

My heart now can live and blossom.

Reviews

[Effector Prime]

Brilliant! Explores the precincts of infatuation and carves upon the frontiers of romance and passion. So fundamental, not unlike the sunrise and sunset with no words wasted on sunshine.. You have executed your thoughts with such ease.. Admirable :) Thanks for sharing

[Namrata]

I am happy you liked this. Going through this was not easy , anyways.

[Effector Prime]

yeah lol bottom line: I liked it :D

[Effector Prime]

It couldn't have been (easy).. The poem fairly elucidated your intent to highlight only what was rationally livening.. an escape from reality? Human intelligence is such a relief ey :)
Love is never easy for those who live by it.. that's because love is a myth, a fairy tale.. it does not exist.. it is the superficial bond that houses and nurtures procreation that's all.. a devious measure by the designers

[Namrata]

love can't be superficial, it must be real, I have felt the real pain and where pain was, in guise of pleasure or naked, but it was there.

[Effector Prime]

that's the ugly-beauty of love. It shines light on the positives and hides all the negatives.. I don't deny that love can lead to happiness but such an ending (or new beginning?) could only be possible after you have experienced "the lost 'oasis'(-in your words)". To gain, you have to lose. However, if you effect loss and then/consequently gain, the pain will be greatest. So much that you will wish you were never alive to experience such disdain. Your poem has more meaning than you believe. It opens me a new book every time I read it (well, at least in 24 hour gaps) :D cheers!

[Namrata]

so do you say my writing has "not hypothetical" effect on you ? And as for love, complicated mystery, its good to be tangled in it. Not a necessary fundamental to exist in universe,though. Evolution came about through competition,not love.

[Effector Prime]

hypothetical? your poem is perfect N. It explains your feelings in a very effectively executed intent. I'm only propounding my personal cynicism(s) of this mysterious virtue, love. And love was never tied with "progress" as per se. Love is something everyone finds something common. But everyone don't share it. Only a comparatively negligible cluster (or the stereotypical "pair") share it. Your poem had an instant, memorable effect on me; it lingers moreso. That's the beauty of poetry. There are no norms

[Namrata]

stereotypical pair, I like your take on it and ya, everyone is entitled to their opinions, so...

[Effector Prime]

lol cheers!

[Effector Prime]

I'd say I was wrong wrong all along. Love does exist. It proves to be the only most elusive find.

[Namrata]

Eye opener, huh ? This one ?

[Effector Prime]

Yes indeed, even this..

[Parimal Pratyush]

An oasis in my heart too! :D Touched to the core. :D

[Swaroop Manikandan]

it's indeed such a warm feel to be through...

[Lobelia]

A poem that all can relate to...even me...

[Namrata]

glad its found relatable