Farewell, I don't think we will meet again
I can't keep chasing you and your visions
Past six years with you were nothing but pain
I wonder how it could have turned out--
--If I'd paid more attention to you
Our relationship would've gotten better
Maybe we'd still be together, my boo
I guess I'll always wonder and miss you.
I'll cherish our good moments in my heart
and things you taught me will be in my head
But your ways are too sadistic for my taste
So, I'm leaving you, Engineering.
You picked me, you're a beautiful gift
But I don't deserve you, something so rich.
Summer sun is shining on above me, I am walking—trying my best to find What I lost—something pure, a piece of me I used to keep hidden from people’s eyes.
No one here, not even birds are present This summer afternoon, the silent park Complains of the heat and absent children, I try to listen closely—a dog barks.
Dangling swings moving in the summer wind Inviting me to swing for little time Till children come to play in the evening I sit and the peace, I finally find.
I play with the sand with my hushed, bare feet. The heat is comforting, the silence’s sweet.
Mother, heaven is in your loving lap!
The Sun is in your eyes and its love-light--
A beacon— hope and peace —in my blurred map
A place I find solace in when I’m tired.
Graceful lady, please take time out to love
Yourself, as much as you love me and Dhan
Precious bond between us is powerful
It'll echo through ages: Mother-son.
In my life, I will always love you more
More than any friend, family or lover
Mother, don't ever part from us, I pour
my heart out on paper, for you, mother.
These overcast days of hard rain and storm
Will pass quickly with you by my side, Mom.
Today, I tried writing in iambic pentameter for the first time. In all sonnets I’ve written till now, the pentameter and the rhymes were all there but that Iambic part was hard for me. This quatrain was supposed to be a sonnet, but I didn’t have the time to complete it, so I am just sharing this here today.
I completed the sonnet today, thanks to napowrimo for the prompt of Sonnet Sunday.
Photo clicked by me, posted over at Insta
Prompt
At dverse today, Ingrid is hosting for the last time. She urges us all to write about a place/space which inspires us. She really loves sonnets, so I thought why not write one for her beautiful prompt. I couldn’t complete it, sorry for that, maybe I’ll complete it later 🙂
If you wish to read some sonnets written by me, you may browse from the following: (or you may click here)
Let me take you through time to merry hills
Forever sunshine on sprinting young trees
Chasing the sweet scent her warm body spills
As our grubby hands make discoveries.
Where absent friends play games and dance in street
She asks to lift her in husky whispers
Her deep breaths and brown eyes; a ticklish treat
I carry her and her secret whispers.
Now she's in my verses with me, always
Do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed time
As you take her, I graft her in new ways
With means of my heart, with means of my rhyme.
Through verse I seek to revive that decade
Fulfil those unfulfilled promises made.
M. Jay Dixit, July 2020
Author’s Note
After a long search, when I found Pleiades: Alight, I also found some of my old poems which I had deleted from this blog in order to submit them to magazines. In the end, these poems couldn’t find any home. But I love all of them, so I’ll be sharing these old poems here again from time to time. I hope you’ll enjoy them, your hearts are their homes now, if you’ll have them.
All days are nights to see till I see you, And nights bright days when dreams do show me you.
William Shakespeare
When I daydream then do my eyes best see, For all day they see things in black and white; But when I daydream, it is you they see, And, in colour of dreams, your shade shines bright.
My ears best hear when I am sound asleep, For all day they hear things from dull outside; But when I sleep, in dreams they hear you speak And your sweet voice makes them shiver inside.
My mouth best tastes when in dreams my mind slips, For my day goes by tasting bitter things; But when I sleep, in dreams it tastes your lips And your sweet tongue rouses it with tinglings.
All days are nights to see till I see you, And nights bright days when dreams do show me you.
M. Jay Dixit, August 2020
Featured image: On the left is the final draft, one I edited for my Instagram account and on the right is my first draft.
A/N: After a long search, when I found Pleiades: Alight, I also found some of my old poems which I had deleted from this blog in order to submit them to magazines. In the end, these poems couldn’t find any home. But, I love all of them, so I’ll be sharing these old poems here again from time to time. I hope you’ll enjoy them, your hearts are their homes now, if you’ll have them.
I look behind the wall of illusion
At you all lost and death-fearing souls
Your breathing impaired by hurt emotions
And your minds tainted by your tyrant’s goals.
You’re enslaved by your perverted free will
Committed to do the deeds you regret
As you abandon the things that really fill
Your hearts with love and your minds with right rest.
When you will break the wall and look within
You will see there’s a world where souls are free
Where you’re free to change the flow of living
And to share your love like air from a tree.
You’ll find peace like calm that sets after rain
A reparation, A way, give any name.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet XVIII, William Shakespeare
When I walk upon this sandy sea shore,
Leaving behind the prints of my bare feet,
Got nowhere to go; not a single chore,
Then I begin to collect your piece.
Like footprints on the sand; you're fleeting too,
Fleeting like this sunset at horizon,
I try to draw you; knowing I'll lose you
like sand through hands. You're dancing on and on.
Dancing so swiftly on the Nature's beat,
Blackbirds follow you but you dance not caring,
Hands waving free; silhouetted by the sea,
My feet are getting wet as the tide comes in.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
so long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Today Ingrid from Experiment in Fiction is hosting #SonnetSunday over at Twitter. I was caught up with the preparations of my little bro’s birthday, he was born just two hours prior to the Valentine’s day 2003, actually according to my mother the doctor had to go to a party so she delivered him into the world a little early! Well, anyways, I am linking up an old sonnet since I didn’t have the time to write a new one today. I hope the name of my sonnet will make up for that!
Ingrid, I’m sick and tired of trying, dear around our eyes dark rounds like pits appear. Working-thinking, you’ve got me tranquilized Ingrid, anywhere I look, I see your eyes.
Ingrid, you promised me beautiful skies I’ll miss your kiss and those beautiful lies. Sitting-dreaming, we are stuck deep down here Ingrid, when will those dark clouds disappear?
Ingrid, I can’t wait anymore in rain You’re beautiful but our life’s in ruin, Standing-walking, my feet are getting wet Ingrid, I still love you but my mind’s set.
Ingrid, it’s time for us to say goodbye Ain’t gettingrid of ourselves feels alive?
Note: Ingrid exists solely in the author’s imagination.
September heart-to-hearts 