Pain Of The Mother Of Love.

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The day progressed and progressed into making me feel good. I don’t have anything to be glad about. Still I am glad. Haha

 Thanks a lot Xangans for the comments. I love you all. Tomorrow
we have demo of our project. I should be in formals mmm one thing I
hate. I hated wearing a tie when I was in the Catholic school and I
still hate it. But I have no choice.

  Now here is a poem. If someone asks me when I actually wrote
this poem I will say today. But long time back in 1998 when I was in
Milwaukee, WI. I wrote a rough draft and called it “Beginning of the
seasons” it was a tragic fantasy. I did not proceeded with that poem
because till that time I haven’t written a poem beyond 40 lines. I know
that is going to be a long poem. Then while I was writing the poem
“Song Of The Dying Nightingale” (which is my favorite poem of all the
poems I have written) I took some portion of the seasons poem and added
in it. I lost the rough draft while moving to San Francisco. Today I
started writing a poem called “Beyond Love” well that didn’t go well as
what I can see beyond love is nothing. You know like I am right now.
Sitting and doing nothing but writing about love. Haha there is a
contradiction in it. But that is what it is all about my life. Filled
with contradictions. “Beyond Love” evolved with whatever left in my
mind of “Beginning of the seasons” in the following poem.

Enjoy if you can.

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Pain Of The Mother
Of Love.

Back in time when Earth revolved straight,
Days and nights held the same amount of time,
Upon a dying day you sworn,
Your love for someone unknown.

To the pebbles you sang the song of love,
But they all laid there dead in the shore of sea,
With the cloud you left messages from your heart,
But they all showered before reaching his heart,
With the birds you left verses of love,
But they only sang the tunes with no words,
With the flow of the river you left,
A message written in your blood,
But the river froze by the naughty winter’s handicraft.

Deep rooted passions spoke,
More than love to your soul,
The ambiguous life perplexed,
Every living moment of life.

Oh’ the Angel of death might have felt merciless,
When held your unloved soul up the wings,
The cry of your soul might have left,
A seed of compassion in the Angel’s eyes.

The Earth might have wept and tilted in agony,
Of losing a precious pure soul,
In the compassion the Angel might have left,
A blessing upon Earth for the generations to come.

Oh’ Is that the blessing that unfreezes,
And from the deadly cold rejuvenates Earth,
And brings blossoms upon trees?

The message you left with the cloud,
After showers, as lovely rainbows shows.
The song of birds day and night heard,
Gives the feeling of what your verses meant.

And the river flows into the ocean, carrying,
The message of love all around the world,
And the passions from your soul seen,
In the eyes of every loving girl.

Oh’ the perfection of love only achieved,
After feeling a bit of pain you felt,
O you the mother of love.

10 Replies to “Pain Of The Mother Of Love.”

  1. Hey! Thanks for the comment. It is madly encouraging. Wonderful poem, fantastic picture. I love this:

    To the pebbles you sang the song of love,
    But they all laid there dead in the shore of sea,
    With the cloud you left messages from your heart,
    But they all showered before reaching his heart,
    With the birds you left verses of love,
    But they only sang the tunes with no words,
    With the flow of the river you left,
    A message written in your blood.

    This really moves me… deep within. I love it. And I’m glad that you can be glad for no reason!!! =] I enjoyed the poem thoroughly! And it was very easy! Have a lovely week and weekend.

  2. System of a Down, I have heard them. They are ok, although they do have problems filling air and they have almost no diversity. I do like the song attack though.

    I hate wearing ties too, it feels like a leash to me. I don’t know why guys like that so much. So far I have always gotten away with wearing something else. We seem to hate much of the same things, except tea, I love the smell of tea.

    Pain and Love go together in too many ways.

  3. hmmm… contradictions as well as irony, i love them sometimes coz they keep life from being monotonous… well, u’re not alone… many people are “Sitting and doing nothing but writing about love.” yep, including myself… oh, well… at least ur poems of love give inspiration to people. cheers the lonely and gives hope to those who r discouraged πŸ™‚ i think that’s what’s important. ( i actually missed reading them…) besides, u get to express ur feelings and thoughts in a very creative way… man! u’re poems are magnificent and u r magnificent…

    btw, lovely picture.  i love snow, hate the cold though. i juz wish that snow isn’t cold. i know, that’s a silly wish πŸ™‚ neways, hope u have a wonderful day…

    –  lovelyblue

  4. This piece is so awesome! you’ve got some real talent!….my favorite lines would have to be the first four

    “Back in time when Earth revolved straight,
    Days and nights held the same amount of time,
    Upon a dying day you sworn,
    Your love for someone unknown.”

    those first two lines set the stage perfectly for the next two!……..and it adds so much meaning to the whole poem!….what a perfect beginning!….keep up the good work gurlie!…

  5. Hello L.P.– apologies for being away so long and not commenting. Between travel and complications, life is… well, just complicated right now! So, I haven’t fully read the last Tess poem yet, but I will. As to this poem — “Deep rooted passions spoke more than love to your soul…” this has to be one of your best lines to date. It is a profound thought and beautifully expressed. Well done! – Lah

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