Monday, January 02, 2012

HE WHO WOOS YOU LIKE NO MAN - a poem by Deepak Menon

Smoke swirled around your figure

Swaying like a misty wraith

Amongst the nameless crowd of souls

Dancing their Dance of Faith


Faith in the future they believed in

The future born in the dim past

When fought they battles, couldn't win

And were into destiny's cauldron cast


To flutter like trembling leaves in the wind

Frantically dancing the Dance they made

A Dance they made to make them forget

The games of love they once had played


When into their midst your timeless shape

Had burst in like a flash of light

Banishing the shadows, the smoke and dark

Scattering all fear into headlong flight


And you danced the Dance of Hope

While stars sparkled in your lovely eyes

And your body sang a Song of Hope

Stilling the multitudes hopeless cries


And they watched with riveted gaze

Your swirling limbs, your haunting face

Your radiant smile, your tossing hair

Your twinkling feet in frantic race


And they knew you danced for me

They watched and wondered frozen in time

While your eyes saw only me

Radiating your love - true, sublime


And they knew that they had seen

Eternity in your sparkling dance

A love so true, so pure - so strong

It left them speechless and askance


And from the mist there appeared

He who wooed you like no man

Took form and swept you far away

Into the Forever Sunshine land

   ----------------------By Deepak Menon

6 comments:

welcome to my sanctuary. -cbb said...


How lovely, how memory-filled!

Honor Bright said...

You write so well.

Catherine Armant said...

I enjoyed this so much, thank you dear Deepak.

Deepak Menon said...


Swirling Romance
-An illusion or reality
-An illusion more real than reality
-Grips more than quickfix
-An aspiration, totally mesmeric
-Merging with self
-Passion, elation-a strange combination
-Existing within all of us
-Yet we eternally search
-It is all in one
-And THE ONE in all.

Abha
Menon

Pollyanna IsMyName said...

I am not sure how I missed this wonderful poem, Deepak. I am sure it was written for Abha!

Samir M said...

Great as always papa!