The ballad of forsaken passions.

Inspired from bits and pieces of the poem "Ash Wednesday" by T. S. Eliot, one of my all-time favorites.

From dawn to dusk's inevitable abode
Habitual ramblings of my pedestrain soul,
Faceless structures intrude the journey--
Sometimes, a drop or two of wild desire oozes out...
Many a times a game of chess between passion and pain
Quivers the floor of sensibilities...

From the strained womb of eternity
Dishevells each day--a new-born day,
And it seems, as if in its sparkling splendor
The darkness of the bygone days
Is a thing--not to utter, or even remember.
...But then, every now and then,
My pigeon lusts are choked by its barren sterility...

And I being the sterile land that it renders
Shell myself in stony suppression--
And miles away do I leave, the tumultous sea of throbbing pulsation.

...Your enormous nights and my awakened soul become
Far-off strangers, long departed---
The scarlet flame of your kiss falls headlong...

And now, those forsaken dreams will form a new cosmos----
Those have been fed with despaired blood and forbidden sweat...
Your milky dreams will lick my blood-red sighs
Lick the forsaken salt of my sweat-
To form a new heaven, with your past and captive kisses...
With an abyssmal thirst that never fades out--
Come, will you, to explore it all?
 

Author's Note

This is one of my more "premature works", when I was merely a college student, when I was just starting to nurture my passion for poetry and to express subtle thoughts poetically. Keeping this in mind, readers please consider any flaws or looseness in structure, form, imagery and metaphors. I have tried to better these aspects with time, with writing more, and moreover, with reading more and more of the works of great poets of all times.

Reviews

[Michael X]

wow, the sensuality speaks wonders, the absolute soft stroke of your quill
has a way of writing across the readers heartw ords of imobile splendor
what i notice between this poem and some of your more present pieces is
the tone and stylizing, you have a brilliant wau with passion that sweeps
though the mind like a starry breeze, every detail is a sparkle.
awsome work all and all, i am just amazed.

[Dream Weaver]

Clearly a very strong write no matter how premature you think.
Everyone has their own and I hate to say style because it is so
much more then that. I believe you write what you feel be it
from the heart or what you muse in life. No college professor
no individual call correct what you feel inside.. This to me was
and still is a very talented write.......The End lol

[Raja]

It is such a woderful task, though as you said it was one of your college days' poems. I like the feel and zeal as can be found in adolescent times.

"From the strained womb of eternity
Dishevells each day--a new-born day"

I like this portion very much.

Thank you.

Raja.

[An owl on the moon]

Carries a brilliant depth with it, resting above time it suspends the reader in a new world.

"And now, those forsaken dreams will form a new cosmos----"

This sentence defines for me your beatiful work, bringing a deep sense of sensual love that defies time and space. Wonderful!

[Astrid Hamilton]

post script:

It's only forsaken if one makes it to be;
which in itself is forsaking the self, see?

(and I also wanted to point out the great credit you deserve for your {always use} of splendid alliteration).

[Astrid Hamilton]

An invitation to being true to the self?
This is a brilliant piece,
inspired by the greatest existence in the realm of all of cosmos, heaven, earth, life, universe-
everything:

LOVE