I wrote for me
I wrote for her
wrote and wrote to be
without a care;
till the day came to pass
where my writing had to pause
without a comment or like
the pen went on a strike;
my motive is impure
that is for sure
I seek from her, a platitude
but she never gives any latitude;
I am not human but a tail wagging dog
seeking a pat or a bone through the fog.
I pine alone feasting through Valentine’s day’s plough,
but what of the multitude fasting for the lent,
if it only where possible for someone to dent
my solitude, even if it means just momentous lent love.
A day like this ended a year before
without cheer or much uproar,
it tore my heart even then
to be locked alone in this pen;
if love and romance is sweet nectar
being unloved and single is worse than tar,
a fact hammered down one’s throat
on each valentine’s day, a severe drought;
this day too shall pass like others,
yet the intense pain, none surpass;
as the day dawns, so does the truth
that forever alone will I be, uncouth;
yes, love transcends romance
but how and who will end my lonely dance.
Today, on Valentine’s day, as I was hearing coincidentally the songs of the movie ‘Oru thalai raagam’, that literally means one sided music which is a euphemism for one sided love, the thought of this post, my favourites of romance in movies came about.
The movie ‘Love actually’ a collection of stories of romance that includes a one sided love too is easily the most favourite. The movie titled ‘Valentine’s day’ is also a collection of romance stories that is also equally riveting.
Julia Robert’s ‘Pretty woman’ and ‘Notting Hill’ are both great celebrations of love and romance.
Though the world loved ‘Titanic’ for it’s celebration of romance I loved ‘Brave Heart’ as an expression of love and freedom.
All romantic comedies from ‘Devil wears Prada’ to ’27 dresses’ and ‘2 weeks notice’ to ‘Bridget Jones’ Diary’, ‘Jerry McGuire’ etc and from an ‘Affair to Remember’ to ‘Sleepless in Seattle’ and ‘Sound of Music’ are all great celebrations of Romance. The ‘Object of my affection’ is also a nice romance movie.
‘Good Will Hunting’ and ‘As Good as it gets’ are also great romantic treatises while dealing with a dark or serious subjects. ‘Gone with the wind’ featuring Vivian Leigh and Clark Gable is a memorable movie of love and romance.
Hundreds of such memorable tributes to romance on celluloid can be cited. Yet I shall end here with a quote from another romantic movie ‘Beau Brummel’,
“It doesn’t matter how or where you end up but what is more important is how you have affected the hearts and souls of those around you.”
I revived this blog only a couple of days back in pursuance of the changes in my life.
After years of idleness, I am now in the process of setting up a lending library in my hometown, Tuticorin. Got quite a few Tamil books for the library in addition to the English books already at home.
Reading three books in parallel, Sujatha’s Ayndham Athyayam, Larry Collins and Dominique Lapierre’s Freedom at Midnight, and the book on Gita written by my brother’s friend titled Butterflies, parottas and the Bhagavad Gita.
Daily routine improving as I wake up in the morning instead of at noon enabling me to have breakfast which had been skipped for quite a few years.
This diary section is a bid to help myself. This will be maintained from time to time with the latest happenings that can be made public.
I chanced upon
a deep green pond
that sought my whispers
and echoed along.
I was lost
in my sounds
and croaked at the stars
croaked at the moon
without a pause.
Us frogs’ croaks
filled the night time sky
no silence all around.
I once heard a cuckoo
sweet music aspired
in my croaks.
The cuckoos were silent
as I croaked on and on
and I swore to be mute
and not croak anymore
but my nature was just
that I couldn’t shut.
So at last
to give and find peace
I prayed to forever croak.
(as in die)
That cuckoos may sing
may be spare a song
for us foolish frogs
that tried their hands
and went away for peace.
Slowly I count
with bated breath
like little kids do
in a game
One, two, three.
l don’t count
as moments pass.
I pause for days
at times much more.
The count does grow
gradually in its own pace.
I am in the thirties, my age.
In the fifties, my count.
When will I see the millions
I see elsewhere.
What do I count
not shining stars
not money in my account
nor the pages I’ve written.
I count my follows
and why do I do that
don’t I have chores.
I do it in hope of finally creating a stage
for my final grand master piece