By Vibhuti S
I am an elegist unlike Keats
I cannot romanticise lovers but eulogies
I tried wreathing around the Endymion
But always come undone
All the boys who encapsulate endless and undying beauty
were the joy that was tenured for a short while,
never forever
I find my life of love inscribed in Shakespeare’s sonnets
The canny, yet unsettling resemblance of the youthful lovestruck humans and the
Fair Youth Sonnets
Weave a Daedalian net of
loving & learning
starry & teary-eyed
smiling & smirking & grinning
I feel cardinal to the indecision undergone by Frost
Culturally, I’ll leave the world stuck in fire
Disseminating in all the five elements
Yet the world wouldn’t remember me
Hypothetically if I go freezing I might come to life
again
I wish I could decide if it would be either fire or ice
Instead of being Acquainted with the night
Osho’s philosophies are intertwined in my mind
The flow of love could never be reversed
You cannot in any universe get back what you give
It’s foolish of me to find an excerpt in Rumi’s poetic verses
I bet, all love poets to ever exist
Would look down on me
With shame, hate and believe their poems to be a bait
They would curse as I search for the answers to my unstable love in their verse
Poetry puts me in a high that makes me dream