Love poem tinged with unforgettable memories

Girl after a girl: Events unforgettable



Part I


1) With a ‘to’ and a ‘fro’ in her throat,

something she did note,

as on a piece of paper, she wrote

"I can't like you, for you don't know -

I got to go away - to which I can't say No."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


2) With her legs beside me, so stiff

and -to save me- her hands with great mischief,

she conveys to the punishment chief -

"Oh Ma'am? How can he be guilty?

As this is his first moment to my proximity!"

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


3) With all her teeth and gums out

and her tiny eyes so stout,

she beckons me with a shout -

"Go! I won't talk anymore to you.

How much I am hurt, you never knew."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


4) With real tears in her eyes

and five of her fingers glued to rice,

maybe yes, twice - she cries -

"How would you know how much I moan!

For, never you, I am disturbed alone."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


5) With a big grin at my face,

but with a big cry, the very next phase,

at my back this time, she says -

"He wouldn't have really scolded me,

If, even little, he had ever read me."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


6) With a rise in all her gaze over the book,

when asked for her verses, she gave me an eerie look.

Soon, she wrote for me; Almost a month it took! -

"Though difficult, try to remember me

for, perhaps many for you, though you're alone for me."

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


From a girl, only another girl keeps one away,

but not from past nor future, for there're many more girls, I say.

An event with a girl can give a great kick start

that can lead anyone, till many suns set.

Memories of brain written from heart -

a few of many incidents I could not forget!


Part II


7) With drops falling down as she bends

her neck, in some reunion -she attends

after a year- she tells our friends -

Long back, He stopped talking to me.

Neither a hello nor a glance – as if I’m his enemy.

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


8) With a smile -she leaves the lab- too fake one

and with swollen eyes -returns in- pointing none.

Then, a message leaves her, following the sun -

A friend can be anything, but not a sister!

So, please don’t ever call me so, you mister!

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


9) With good red expressions – contorted,

while issues were being sorted

out about my interest in her, her words parted –

Oh, now please stop it! I want no fight.

I understand it and it’s completely alright!

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


10) With her ideas so optimistic,

though actions far realistic,

she typed something very mystic -

Had you worked, excellence of now would have been average

Anyways, any failure to be understood needs courage.

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


11) With her face full of joy and hope

and beliefs no less than some pope,

she always replies, to my theory of mortality, with nope -

The word End, with someone can also be Never,

for the person may know words like Forever.

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


12) With a look so cheerless, that can shrink

one’s heart -though sometimes so cheerful that can kink

it’s beat- she said or typed - I think -

Really miss you as I sometimes also saw my ex in you.

You played big part in my life, though days were very few.

Well, every girl is so so pretty.


Lies apart, any girl can make your day,

no matter whether you are a guy, girl or a gay

This is a small tribute to a small part

of all the girls I met.

Memories of brain written from heart -

a few of the incidents I could never forget!



Author's Notes/Comments: 

A saga written as a ode about incidents revolving in mind, involving a few of the girls I met. Their sounds still ring in my head!


Autumn strolls nonchalantly
As the drizzling rain revokes
Memories of yesteryears...
With sweet Daphne I danced
And drenched in the rain
Washing away the pain
Of pro-longed separation
Which loneliness evokes... her green and white
Velvety garb and hazel eyes
Filled with love for none but me
And our Lord God Almighty...
Ah, the shower gently eases now!
Daphne remains as Katherine was
To 'Heathcliff' in 'Wuthering Heights'
To me...still unforgettable, the gloss
Still gives luminescence and lights
Up every beat of my loving heart
Never, never, shall we ever part!

Love to me after she left
Is filling up a deep cleft
In the unseen wounded heart
Where Cupid threw his dart.

For Daphne... everything I see
Becomes lovelier in memory: loveliest beloved
Waves at me from a high cloud:
Smiling at me from her Garden
From the precincts of Eden
Waving at me to enjoy and live
I get more than what I give...

This September morn is an ember
Red in its glow and getting redder
Making me aware about true love
More sublime than the white dove
But for Daphne and her true love
I wouldn't have been what I am now!

True love is God's greatest gift
A blessing which I must cherish
As long as I am meant to be here
I will...just for Daphne's cheer!

O if only lovers can feel my aches
Of missing Daphne amidst the lakes
Where meeting and parting sing along
An eternal tune of a heart-rending song
Perhaps then each and every true lover
Will enjoy to bathe in this autumn shower
So as to just get another bathe of life
And survive the wounds of a gaping knife!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Again...this poem, like the previous one on Daphne, was found in the pages of a book "The Far Pavilions" which Daphne had given to me as a present...when we met after a long period of separation...more than two decades ago.

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