THE SONG OF THE SOUL OF THE PARTY
by Deepak Menon
The intensity of the blow which has
NOT FALLEN YET,
Has crushed me from within with
ITS IMPENDING THREAT,
Has ulcerated my mind, body, soul
Reduced my existence to despair
AN UNDYING DEATH.
**
For die I can not, nor
EVEN DESPAIR STILL,
Tho' bent within and knotted without
OF SHATTERED WILL,
I must forever crawl, however cringing, towards
the dawn of hope always hidden beyond
THE NEXT HILL.
**
But hope of what, I dare not even
CONTEMPLATE,
Each victory won, does, to
EQUAL LOSS RELATE,
To cherish hope is to shatter hopes
The face of doomed love is
CLOAKED WITH HATE,
**
So close I my mind in
AN IRON BOX,
So turn I my heart
INTO COARSE ROCK,
So paint I my face into
A WOODEN SMILE,
Stifling the pain with
LAUGHTER AND TALK.
Deepak Menon
16 comments:
Stands and applauds your philosophical words put to rhyme and reason where you allow a glimpse into the depth of the heart, ergo, showing the unmasked heart of a true poet.
Thanks Trudi - in fact that poem came with a thought that related to people we know who dominate parties with their wit and humour and good cheer, but often we know that the reality of their lives is far from the bonhomie and joyous countenance they display when in company - often hiding some deep pain or sadness behind a cheerful facade ... so I wrote this poem many years ago.
When I read it just now again - I thought how lucky I am to be able to be exactly who I am all the time - albeit I am a little mad I think - well, if not mad then eccentric it is ha ha ha
Smiles sent your way you amazing soft and tender hearted Physicist of astronomical proportions!
Very dark and deep my friend. Rather like an h.p. love craft love song.
Very nicely written !!!
(((♥)))
It had to be like what you say, Rose! I have a nice H.P. Printer on my table (Hewlett Packard) and as for Love - I am learning Love Craft all the time - so the poem can rightly be classified as belonging to the H.P. Lovecraft genre - see here is a loving smile and a generous lovecrafty loving hug for you too
SMIIIIIIILLLLLLEEEEE - HUGGGGGGGGG!!!!
Take care and carry my smile and hug with you if the electricity lines are down, to brighten your way
Deepak
Yes, Nicely done!
Beautifully depicted Deepak, indeed each victory is accompanied with defeat and the pain there after. A feeling soul will suffer the pain hidden behind joys. Anybody who says that he has no pain, is apt at hiding it altogether.......pain and joy are two sides of the same coin.......they must keep alternating.......that is the law of nature.....what matters is how one copes with it........ with a smile of otherwise......
"Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho, kya gham hai jisko chupa rahe ho.......", for international friends this Urdu-Hindi Ghazal would translate as, "Oh Beautiful, what pain art thou concealing beneath the enigmatic smile?" ,
A related theme from Ghalib, the famous Urdu poet,.......
."Gham jab had se guzar jata hai dawa ban jata hai", translates as, "when pain transcends all bounds, it becomes the herb that cures it". That pain becomes endearing as it emanates from that ultimate love.
Another Urdu Ghazal describes these feelings as-
"Mujhe gham bhi unka azeez hai, yeh unhi ki de huyi cheez hai,
Ye hi gham hai ab meri jhindagi, ise kaise main dil se juda karoon?
This roughly translates to
"To me the sadness caused by love is also dear because it is something given to me by her
it is this sadness that is my life now, so how can I let it depart from my heart?"
Deepak, a deep well of emotion - always a quandary ....
Hi Trudi, Yes - the poet is alive always in Deepak, but it is only one of the many masks he wears. He also has a mask where he is an amazing investigator into the realms of Physics and is intermittently investigating the chemistry of the universe as well as digging deep into things like subatomic Physics, Astrophysics, the lives of the great Philosopher Physicists like Maxwell, Schrodinger, Einstien, and others. He seems to have placed you on a pedestal with these great Physicists too, and it is my pleasure to know you. Before we were married, he courted me with the mask of Physics - I had done my Masters in Physics and had just given up my Phd in Nuclear Physics where I was researchiing "Breaking of Parity" - and he knew enough about Physics (one of his many loves), despite being a Commerce PG himself, to win the battle and also enchant my parents .. and the result has been me struggling to understand him for the past decades - he is actually incomprehensible I think, but he is full of love which emanates to include every one around him ... and he is forgetful to the extreme for all things practical and material - as far as he goes - they may just not exist!
Do keep in touch
Abha
Usually you exude positivity, and this time you chose to explore a melancholic tempo. I would love to hear your thoughts upon this. And by the way, I have purchased the bhagavad Gita.
@ Rose - I am a vagrant Rose - and there are so many aspects to me - so many things in this beautiful world of ours to examine and explore - a plethora of emotions - each powerful in its own way making us what we are - so melancholy also must have crept in and left its mark and I wrote the poem a long time ago - I think I suddenly thought after a party - that one or the other of the people who appeared most outgoing - the souls of the party - may not actually be as happy as they appear to be - so the poem.
Don't you think that it happens all the time - we know people who are morose due to circumstances - but flamboyant and full of bonhomie and cheer at parties or public occasions!
I agree completely. To a degree we wear masks and characters, depending on who we are with. I myself, enjoy examining the emotions available to us. Some of my own favorite artist endeavors, are sad and melancholic. I have been asked on many occasions, why I should 'create something sad,' and I answer because I can.
I love your sad work. I empathize with it.
"THE SONG OF THE SOUL OF THE PARTY - a poem by me"
- And such a hauntingly beautiful song it is
Thank you Deepak.
My dearest Abha; I am absolutely honored beyond comprehension to have received such an in-depth in words of insight from you about your dearest husband and his many masks. I nod with absolute understanding why Deepak deemed it just to wear his mask of physics to reach your heart and win your hand. Decades have proven he recognized this long searched for precious pearl, love for all life, mother of his children sans error in the judgement of his heart.
These scientists of today, physicists and dreamlike thinkers, only stand tall because we all stand on the shoulders of giants such as Von Braun, Keppler, Maxwell, Newton, Schrödinger, Einstein et al. And I am sure I speak for many that we all carry our insecurities that haunts during those isolated moments regardless how many awards, honorable mentioning decorate the top shelf and hang upon our walls. And so we all wear masks don’t we, like a well prepared maille to protect the most vulnerable part of our being.
You made me smile and in afterthought giggle “and he is forgetful to the extreme for all things practical and material - as far as he goes - they may just not exist!” I leave all what I call “bartering over a doughnut” to my husband but I can get totally silly, jumping like a little girl when something new has been accomplished. And so I can well understand why some things just don’t have any room in the ever occupied train of thoughts. Smiles.
It is a true pleasure to have received words from you dear Abha. Indeed your husband is a very enchanting and delightful person whose deep love for you and his children are always present in his words he writes and comments.
I send you my love and wish you a very enjoyable day.
Trudi
Keep working ,remarkable job!
Abha - love you darling.
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