WAILERIE...WILL YOU ALWAYS BE JUST FOR ME?

It's another murky evening drawing near

As yet one more day slips away from my life

Forever -- never to return.

Marilyn Monroe croons with all her heart

About losing her love

"On the River of No Return"

And I too feel the same way

Even though you are there

With your boundless love for me...

Yet something in me stirs within

And even I start singing

Along with Marilyn, again and again

Only with a slight change in the lines

That I "may" lose my love forever

"On the River of No Return"....

Why is this feeling creeping over me

I wish I knew

But sadly enough I cannot deduce

The sudden pang that struck me

Like an arrow from nowhere...

May it not be true

May it not be true at all...

Yet Marilyn's longing resounds in her song

And I ponder on her tragic loveless life

And my lips keep crooning in sync

With "The River of No Return...."

And I feel I have changed a line again:

Wailerie, from Valerie...

"Wailerie...will you always be just for me?"

    (Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on February 19, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This evening, I don't know why, but as I was watching the sunset beyond the hills, a dart of doubt hit me, regarding my love for my adorable, rare woman, and it kept sinking deeper and deeper into my soul, as Marilyn Monroe's song sung for the movie "The River of No Return" kept playing on my portable DVD player....and this poem was the result...

I have always had an unknown and mysterious sort of spiritual empathy with Marilyn Monroe right from childhood and her loveless life and the betrayals by the men she thought she was loved by, always made me sad...and the same spiritual empathy exists even for the late Indian actress famous as the  "Venus of Indian cinema" Madhubala...I know doubts are poisonous barbs and contain nothing but ominous forebodings meant to disturb one's mental peace, yet I know not why all this happened...I have never felt this way ever before -- like I mention in the last line of my poem above I kept on crooning even after dusk: "Wailerie...Will you always be just for me?" Here "Wailerie" refers to my beloved, rare woman.

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