Monday, 29 April 2013
#30. To an Enigma
The last day of April and NaPoWriMo! It was been a beautiful journey as ever with 30 poems in 30 days. It is only right for my last poem towards NaPoWriMo be dedicated to the man who inspires me through his words. For my unseen teacher- Rabindranath Tagore
“those prose translations from Rabindranath Tagore have stirred my blood as nothing as for years” – W.B. Yeats
I see you looking at me
through the grey canvas
a smile on your lips
lingering in a stillness,
caught years ago yet not
having lost its magic.
It is your gaze that leaves me dazed
the glow in them
sated with untold stories
the power of your words
reflecting in the glassy coat of your eyes.
Your jottings bring tears
born not from sorrow
but rather the feeling of life
that flows endlessly in your ink.
My teacher, my guide
my heart is besieged
daunted by your charm
through words penned by your hand.
If only I could reach you
through worlds that keep you far
to feel your presence in my cells
then knowing for sure you were true
that I love a enigma who was real.