In Her Praise – Encaptivated.
Her simplicity and grace
compels me to write
a poem for her.
But look at my helplessness,
I’m unable to come up
with words to describe her.
Perhaps behind this is a belief,
words can never do a justice,
can never be that sincere.
What I see in her,
in that contagious smile,
shy gesture yet piercing eyes,
what she shares and what she hides…
is multiples in magnitude
of what no one can ever picture.
For a moment it seems,
perhaps whole world is frozen,
yet everything is smiling
in whatever is natural.
Gardens with untouched flowers,
Oceans with uncharted depths,
Skies with unexplored heavens,
Universe with unvisited paradise.
It’s like exploring a whole new
dimension, as a pleasant surprise.
Sometimes I don’t know,
either I should be appreciative of her beauty
or should I curse the fact that she’s untouchable.
Either I should be praising her grace
or should I curse the knowledge she’s inimitable.
Either I should be in a marvel of her expressions,
or should I curse mine, which never even register on her.
Either I should be engulfed in whole by her talents,
or should I curse mine that fail to do a return.
Either I should be loving her forever,
or should I curse myself that I’m making her an idol.
Now you know my heart
Now you know my fear…
Imagine a symphony,
scale it from an atom to a universe.
picture such praise for her…
Not so close still,
no contour in sight…
though that image is in blur,
still tried.
But don’t write it down,
your writing would never
be able to catchup
with your fascinations for her.
– Dedicated to the marvels that emerge whenever you imagine your beloved.
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Serenades of a dreamer... 
Your pen has mesmerized me.
And I still can’t have enough of this one. Perfect poetry!
Perhaps, you can write a response to it… 😉
How may I?
“But don’t write it down,
your writing would never
be able to catchup
with your fascinations for her.”
And even if I do, I could never show it to you. You see, I am just a huge fan! 🙂
Maria, please don’t put me on a tree… :p
With response I was hinting towards the same thing, when we can’t write about something, we write about our helplessness of it.. 🙂
True!
Though most of the complications are self-made, yet we yearn for simplicity.
To encourage you… https://alisohani.wordpress.com/2013/10/31/i-hate-you-too/ 😉
‘I hate you too’ is one of the best encouragements I ever received.. 😉
beyond beautiful! *take a bow*
Thank you for dropping by and for your kind words Himani.
I just discovered your blog and your grounded yet elevating mystical poems have started to melt in…
I would love to hear your feedback on other poems as well. 🙂
A lover knows only humility, he has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don’t fret,
he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment,
he has no choice.
A lover asked his beloved:
Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I’ve forgotten all my learnings,
but from knowing you I’ve become a scholar.
I’ve lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.
I love myself…I love you.
I love you…I love myself.
I am your lover, come to my side,
I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.
I am life itself.
You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.
Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance.
Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.
I desire you more than food or drink
My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste
I can sense your presence in my heart
although you belong to all the world
I wait with silent passion for one gesture one glance
from you.
Jalaluddin Rumi is indeed unbeatable in the field of love… undoubtedly when he praises the beloved, he sees no difference in-between him, an idea of love, and essence of love in subject 🙂