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looklook 84M
4491 posts
6/27/2017 7:48 am

Last Read:
10/15/2023 2:22 am

A Poem for Tisha……….

Tisha,
I trust that you could surely remember that initially, in diffidence, I always remained at a corner, my tongue-tied and shy like the narrator of the Tagore poem posted below for you to read and recollect those days when I used to be in the room without understanding that my presence in the room was causing annoyance to you constantly in presence of your other beloved ones! The only difference you will find that the narrator of this favorite poem of mine was not an uninvited one like me who used to enter into the room unannounced whenever I discovered you busy making fun with your invited friends!


She was not quite fair
But she was bright
She wore a necklace of coral beads
In great astonishment I used to look at her
With her large black eyes
She looked straight
She was about my age
This adolescent maid.
Her image is still alive in my mind.
The southern gate of the room was open
Against the pale blue sky
The almond tree
With its newly sprouted leaves
Was gleaming in the morning light.
She was dressed in a white sari
Its black borders
Winding around her young tender body
Had fallen on her feet.
On her two lovely hands
Two gold bangles she had.
On holidays at noon
When I read books of stories
On their pages only her image I found.
She used to take me often to a mysterious land
Which an unknown deity creates
Beyond our reach
Beyond my childish dreams.
A fantasy embodied
She cast the tender touch of her invisible shadow
On my body and mind.
To talk to her I was not so bold.
I felt in my heart only a pain
Like a softly sung tune -
She was far, too far,
As far as the highest branches of the shirish
That sends a soft fragrance to the mind.

It was the wedding ceremony of her dolls
I was invited to attend
In great fun
The invitees made gleeful noises
In diffidence I remained at one end
I was tongue-tied and shy
It seemed
That evening passed in vain
I don’t remember what was served on my plate
But I remember to have seen
A pair of feet hurrying back and forth
Covered by the dancing border of a sari.
In a stolen glance I also saw
In her bangles were caught
The pure golden rays of the sun.
In her sweet voice
She made repeated requests
Back home half the night
They resonated in my mind.

Then by and by
We became known to each other more
Freely we began to mix.
I began to call her by her nickname.
I got over my shyness
We began to cut jokes.
Often for made-up mistakes
She was mad with me in a mocking rage.
Sometimes her rude words and cruel jokes
Gave me pain.
Sometimes she blamed me
For my carelessness.
Sometimes I saw her carelessly dressed –
She was busy in cooking
She didn’t feel embarrassed.
For my idiocy which is natural in a male
She used to rebuke me severely
In her arrogance of womanly superior knowledge.
One day she told me,
‘I know how to read palms.’
She took my hand in her hand
And read it with her head bent
She told me
‘You are luckless in love.’
I gave no reply
The real proof, her loving touch,
Conclusively disproved my lucklessness in love.

Yet after all these I cannot forget the pain
I couldn’t know her more!
One can hardly be nearest to what is beautiful
It ever remains far
When nearer it urges one ever
To know it ever more.

My days, filled with joys and sorrows,
Are ending in the western sky
The harshness of summer
Is mellowing in blue
The glow of autumn on golden corn
Is playing the holiday flute.
Laden with dreams
My boat is slowly sailing
To an unknown land.


Hope, you have since finished reading the poem with equal interest like you used to read the poems of the English Gentleman who used to post one of his published poems everyday on his blog pages of this site until such time he found his true partner replacing you!
I trust that you would not disagree that the essence of the above posted poem has been reflected in these few words of the poem uttered by the tanned skin woman:
“You are luckless in love.”
And therefore, my boat has already left the bank of the canal that still flows by the side of your home, and slowly sailing to an unknown land from where no one ever returns!



This is an extract from the unpublished novel “The Tisha Story”.
The poem has been translated from Bengali to English by Kumud Biswas.










looklook 84M
3919 posts
6/27/2017 7:56 am

Tisha, you are always welcome!


starwomyn 70F
8871 posts
6/27/2017 10:25 am



Abracadabra


looklook 84M
3919 posts
6/27/2017 1:54 pm

Thank you so much for stopping by and for leaving your mark! I appreciate!
Take care and stay always cheerful, Starwomyn.


looklook 84M
3919 posts
6/27/2017 2:30 pm

    Quoting  :

MySeek2day,
It feels always wonderful to read from you here on my blog page,
MySeek2day. The story that I have tried to tell at above is not only painful but also being one that is being frequently told and retold from time immemorial differently by many to value and to treasure the love for a woman that's engraved in a man's heart! Thanks again for your thoughtful post that you have so kindly left on my blog to read and ponder! Regards and Best wishes!


looklook 84M
3919 posts
6/27/2017 2:40 pm

    Quoting  :

NorthDakota,
Thank you so much for stopping by and for your post left here on this page. The post depicts your true feelings about a man's love for a woman which could be timeless too very often! Take care and stay well.


Rocketship 79F
18518 posts
6/27/2017 5:13 pm

How poignant the memories of our first love are! I remember the angst of not wanting to be rebuffed so saying and doing nothing.

If we do actually find true love, it is to be treasured, since many never do.


looklook 84M
3919 posts
6/27/2017 7:12 pm

    Quoting Rocketship:
    How poignant the memories of our first love are! I remember the angst of not wanting to be rebuffed so saying and doing nothing.

    If we do actually find true love, it is to be treasured, since many never do.

Rocketship,Hello,
Thank you so much for your meaningful comments on the subject left here on this page of mine. There are many in this world who loved only once in the entire life time that remained unrecognized and sometimes denied too!! Yet, they guard such love jealously and treasure it until the end! The memories of their first love kill them slowly but surely yet they cherish it until they die!
Regards, Rocketship. Stay happy always.


Archer62 83F
7036 posts
6/28/2017 8:51 am

Why did you feel unwelcome in the chat room? it's always nice to have chatters from exotic places. As for luckless in love, that is the story of half the human race.


looklook 84M
3919 posts
6/28/2017 10:15 am

Archer, Hello.
I did not feel unwelcome in the chat rooms ever! Kindly see my note in red telling my readers that this particular blog is an extract from the unpublished novel “The Tisha Story” that I intend to publish soon! Needless to say here that Tisha is a member of this site though she uses a different handle for obvious reason! Some of us know her very well. She is a fine lady who likes to chat with everyone who is nice to her! You can read some of the chapters of this novel uploaded earlier on my blog pages. Please check out the First chapter of the novel titled "Day 17 ”. posted on 01.04.2014. Best wishes, Archer. Take care.


Beth1949 75F
2715 posts
7/1/2017 7:44 am

Interesting blog, Look. I can imagine your Trisha in that sari with the border, with her bangles and her necklace. How a wonderful attire. You must have had very delighted time with her but could not nurture your closeness with her and prevented any drift apart? Or couldn't you hold and retain that chance of having her? Nice related and descriptive poem. Thanks for sharing it here. Have a wonderful weekend. Keep happy and .....


looklook 84M
3919 posts
7/1/2017 5:05 pm

    Quoting Beth1949:
    Interesting blog, Look. I can imagine your Trisha in that sari with the border, with her bangles and her necklace. How a wonderful attire. You must have had very delighted time with her but could not nurture your closeness with her and prevented any drift apart? Or couldn't you hold and retain that chance of having her? Nice related and descriptive poem. Thanks for sharing it here. Have a wonderful weekend. Keep happy and .....
Sure, this is an interesting blog, Beth that reveals a sad but touching story about two people in silent love with each other which you have apparently failed to understand. Further more, the blog was posted for Tisha to read and ponder (not Trisha as mentioned by you) who happens to be a Bengali woman and therefore supposed to be attired like a Bengali lady and not otherwise! Therefore, there is no opportunity to imagine here anything contrary to this, Beth. I shall further like to tell you in spite of your sarcastic attitude that this poem is a great work of Nobel Laureate Bengali poet Tagore. The poem was written keeping someone close married to a member of the poet's family in mind. Please read the poem once again and try to understand the inner message hidden in the poem that the poet wanted to communicate to this lady! Do not try to be sarcastic and imagine things that are not there! Stay well and happy always…….


Beth1949 75F
2715 posts
7/2/2017 2:58 am

Look, if you think I have failed to understand that above blog ...then you've failed yourself. According to your two written paragraphs ahead and after that poem, if you re-read them, they will undoubtedly recall that the text was addressed to Tisha, (sorry to have written Trisha previously) as I meant the same person. Who, as understood, is on this site and referring to the place you've mentioned above.

Hence, according to your text, there is surely a difference between your revealed haps to what Tagore poem consists of. I had picked up some of the descriptions there, which remind me of a visual issue similar to the attire. And referring to your feelings as well. Further more...well, of course Your Tisha should/must be a Bengali woman as per your just above words. No doubt of it.

Moreover, I didn't expect that Your Tisha would dress other than customary-wise!!. which of course differs from one custom to another. To each one his own!!. I have not imagined it otherwise Look, but more or less obviously correct . I haven't been sarcastic as you've also mentioned above but it was just my own opinion. And you are erroneous to guess that I don't know about Tagore who is a well known poet, as I also know lots more as well.

I would entirely appreciate if you could write your own poem according eventually to your own issue, your own thoughts and feelings. However, I hope your Tisha has read your above blog with all of your indication and hints.
So, Unsarcastically, I wish you and your Tisha a continuous wonderful life together, with so warm embraces, surroundings and... true love, which would satisfy you and all of yours evidently. Enjoy a nice and happy day.



looklook 84M
3919 posts
7/14/2017 3:00 am

    Quoting Beth1949:
    Look, if you think I have failed to understand that above blog ...then you've failed yourself. According to your two written paragraphs ahead and after that poem, if you re-read them, they will undoubtedly recall that the text was addressed to Tisha, (sorry to have written Trisha previously) as I meant the same person. Who, as understood, is on this site and referring to the place you've mentioned above.

    Hence, according to your text, there is surely a difference between your revealed haps to what Tagore poem consists of. I had picked up some of the descriptions there, which remind me of a visual issue similar to the attire. And referring to your feelings as well. Further more...well, of course Your Tisha should/must be a Bengali woman as per your just above words. No doubt of it.

    Moreover, I didn't expect that Your Tisha would dress other than customary-wise!!. which of course differs from one custom to another. To each one his own!!. I have not imagined it otherwise Look, but more or less obviously correct . I haven't been sarcastic as you've also mentioned above but it was just my own opinion. And you are erroneous to guess that I don't know about Tagore who is a well known poet, as I also know lots more as well.

    I would entirely appreciate if you could write your own poem according eventually to your own issue, your own thoughts and feelings. However, I hope your Tisha has read your above blog with all of your indication and hints.
    So, Unsarcastically, I wish you and your Tisha a continuous wonderful life together, with so warm embraces, surroundings and... true love, which would satisfy you and all of yours evidently. Enjoy a nice and happy day.



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