Come to me – ever new..

Come to me   ever new.. short poem

Come to me as though you were summoned,

as though the colour of the evening sky,

reminded you of lost love,

as though the call of a crow,

spoke to you about things inseparable,

as though from the depths of your heart

you only rose as a wave to meet your lips

to find there a sweetness you thought didn’t exist,

as though lost in the labyrinths of your pain

you only ran into yourself, in fright,

my love, if only we could leave those we love

like those we hate, without turning back,

but we are summoned over and over

by voices of all lovers guarding over us,

and once again the boats that we take

to leave our shore return us instead,

and once again we find ourselves lying

side by side, as though defeated by memories,

as though angry at the birds and the boats,

knowing we had won, once again.

Come to me as though you are summoned,

to meet me at that place where we have always met,

where so often, we have fallen into one another,

and risen, and vanished into the evening sky.

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Balaji Gopalan

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I owe all of my poetry to the influence of Pablo Neruda. Reading him 10 years ago on the beaches of Goa, gave me the permission to be who I am and write what I feel. My poetry has never been the same after that. All that I write is an offering to Neruda.
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@Balaji_Gopalan your lines do not disappoint all who wish to find Pablo Neruda in a younger pen. If to be in fairness to your efforts, your work shows unmistakable traces of your idol.

Kavita Jain

very beautiful poem indeed

Sreelatha Chakravarty

Freedom and possession of love..two aspects highlighted in the poem…possibly the Neruda influence could bring in more intensity.


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