Tonight, call me your Dame...

Tonight, call me your Dame...

A Poem by Abhilash Hegde

It's been ages of silence
I have slept upon.

Remember me?

The rose that smiled at you.
The sparkling tiny star 
That winked at you.
The crescent moon
That hung in your wait.
The cuckoo 
That voiced sweet melodies.
The sea breeze
That brushed your brows.
The blue skies
That mirrored you
In my Angelic eyes.

How would you recollect?

You wore me 
In the scent of Cinnamomums.
You walked past me
Amidst the lovely violets.
You touched me
Of my satin fur silk.
And you held me
In the dark clad nights.

Look at me,
I'm dressed in flakes of snow.
Ear rings strewn of yearns,
Thin black hair
Doused of cloves,
The beads of silvery pines
That lay studded
In the white gown of clouds.

Did you notice?

I know, you failed to.

In my weariness of you,
I long for an eternal wish;
Tonight, call me your Dame...

15th July 2007, by Abhilash Hegde

© 2016 Abhilash Hegde


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you touched me like you would a flower that you merely paid attention to for a moment's notice...and then you left me to wither and die...

you make my heart weary....but just let me yours for a night...and i will close my petals satisfied...

from her perspective, well written...

i like the "voice" in this one.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhilash Hegde

8 Years Ago

Very nicely expressed. Yeah, this write is from her perspective and the only poem that I attempted .. read more



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Heart on a sleeve writing that flows throughout. I like the perspective vision. The imagery is bright and is delivered vividly. Great work.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhilash Hegde

4 Years Ago

Thank you much Duff for reading and reviewing this write. Appreciate it!
Simple and a different perspective which makes it unique....This is something really what matters, being forgotten is much painful but the deeds which make a person forgotten is even more painful....
very nice piece...tugs to heart..
Anindita : )

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhilash Hegde

8 Years Ago

yes, being forgotten is painful and not knowing the reasons for it is even worse. To remind the othe.. read more
I hate that feeling of knowing that I have been forgotten, that I mean nothing now when once i was all that mattered......beautiful write; beautifully written...you have captured the feeling so well, I shall be depressed all day........no worries, feeling is always good, even the bad ones.......I will enjoy reading more of your work......

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhilash Hegde

8 Years Ago

Ellen, how beautifully you captured the sense and feel of this poem that I wished to convey. I tried.. read more
Ellen Kolman

8 Years Ago

My pleasure
you touched me like you would a flower that you merely paid attention to for a moment's notice...and then you left me to wither and die...

you make my heart weary....but just let me yours for a night...and i will close my petals satisfied...

from her perspective, well written...

i like the "voice" in this one.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhilash Hegde

8 Years Ago

Very nicely expressed. Yeah, this write is from her perspective and the only poem that I attempted .. read more
loved the way you have expressed it.. there is a depth of sadness in these lines yet it speaks of love so free and pure ... :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhilash Hegde

8 Years Ago

Ria, so nice to hear your thoughts.
Thanks for dropping by and leaving a review :)

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