Sulks and sighs of anger.
Gaze everywhere but not on her.
How long? He yelled.
It’s time for her to unleash the sorcery skill
of smacking the surliness like dead bodies in funeral pyre;
Mercilessly, pelting her lethal sweetness on what seems to her or
What she smirkily thinks she does:
Placating a petulant, grumpy child throwing tantrums.
Everything is going to be meticulously discreet:
Even her initial silence,
The unspoken words in contrast with the garrulous fire of anger,
Nerve-withering touches with both the gaze of eyes shimmering of chandeliers of Ambience verbiaging apologies Against the defence of gossamer gaze-aversion
And the literal touch of extending stem with five soft petals,
Switching between the a stoic’s-grin face and a pathetic-destitute-in-front-of-heartless-opulent-animal face.
Her insidious attack begins:
Flowery, rosy, Midas’ hands bloomed a fondle.
Fuming hands fluttered nevertheless his finger tips
could sniff the substantially-superfluous scent of love from hers.
Concussion
Angel started peeing on Satan’s fire, Fuming anger faltered.
His tactics and levels of defence has startled.
Her armour piercing ammos penetrated his anger vest.
His trenches now filled with his concrete discreetness of her senses.
His castle walls? Already shattered!
The state of his carefully-built castle? Crumbling from the top or from basement?
She was not ready strut in waiting a for a surrender.
Shamestruck Alexander-the-great is now cringy.
Here comes the flag of peace
Her mitigating flower swallowed the wasp inside
Bearing a delicious fruit of love!
For love’s sake stop being angry
For time’s sake stop being late!
Isn’t it in the patience of waiting lies love’s pleasure!
Doesn’t it in time I wait grew anxious of the ephemeral time I spend enjoying the pleasure
Of being with you?
Never she promised she wouldn’t be late
And never he accepted that to be his fate!
He would burn and she would defuse.
And you know until where it continues?
He was waiting for her for so long
As usual she made him long
As usual he was blazing in fury
Questioned her like a member of jury,
Confronting her in the threshold of heaven
Yelling “How long?”
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How long? Is just another master class from the writer. The “how long” in man’s life is very short. Man is destined thereafter for a long wait and not here, may be the undercurrent to be understood from the poem , not until the final lines. The garrulous outburst is so visualising. The pecky peck exchange between the lovers is well caught, nonetheless, there is always a fiery, fearsome man for a lover and an ever so late girl who makes thousand promises of never being late. Negating the sexist viewpoint, unlike the common gentlemanly behaviour of asking the ladies first for a toast, for to enter the hallway, for to be seated in a car or even for to sip a drink, here, especially at the love conundrum that leads to the epic death of man, God himself rebuts the idea of ladies first. The carnage continues ever after, where the man still fumes of anger, for her being late. He waits for a much longer period than he has waited ever and ironically she still makes it very late. His agitation is same even at the threshold of heaven. He simply can’t stop being furious and she simply can’t make it up early on time or even before the said time. The poem renders an amusing insight into the daily happenings between the lovers and carries the essence till the twisty end and also continues from there on. The poet’s aim of attaining perfection in imagination and rightly executing it with imageries and metaphors alters the calibration of the poem and makes it a perfect metaphysical read, resonating the generalised human philosophy putting forth various questions to ponder on the idea of long duration waits in everyone’s life… A very meaningful poem….
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How long, the phrase, is not the question here. It is simply revealing the immutable impunctuality of the beloved Though she is vehemently counselled countless times that is intolerable to the author. But yet she knows how to handle the angry young man in her own alluring way which indeed puffs cool breeze from her lips to his fuming mind. Though she breaks every level of defence the author set, it actually shoes the unconditional love of the author on his beloved. And the unexpected final couplet melts the readers to remind of the Blessed Damozel finally holding hand in hand with his/her beloved.
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Wow! This is really so cute and Adorable
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