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As I See You Growing

September 25, 2015 Ramu Das 2 Comments

When out you came into the world
And spread your limbs and made such faces
Like some unwanted exclamations and dashes
A season of great festivity was unfurled.

What joy, oh what joy I derive as I see you growing!
When you fuss, when you cry and when you sing;
When with anger, stuffs from your hand you fling
And defying reason when with joy you leap
In your mother’s wardrobe when you peep;
And when the oversized clothes you try wearing
When you learn, when I know you are knowing
What joy, oh what joy I derive as I see you growing.

I want to tell you all I can
For none loves you more than I, or your mother, do.
Though there will be many a man
Who with an ocean of flattery will try your heart to woo.

Innocent though you are, but of the world you cannot be sure
Society, sweetheart, is knitted by hard and soft strings.
Turbulences and tornados just as admiration and accolades
Are restless birds and never cease fluttering their wings.
Know right from wrong and be careful equally of saints and sods.
But discard not the noble thoughts in you and your heart keep pure.

Poems

In Love with This Poem

August 25, 2013 Ramu Das 1 Comment

Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year,

and the season, and the time, and the hour, and the moment,

and the beautiful country, and the place where I was joined

to the two beautiful eyes that have bound me:

and blessed be the first sweet suffering

that I felt in being conjoined with Love,

and the bow, and the shafts with which I was pierced,

and the wounds that run to the depths of my heart.

Blessed be all those verses I scattered

Calling out the name of my lady,

and the sighs, and the tears, and the passion:

and blessed be all the sheets

where I acquire fame, and my thoughts,

that are only of her, that no one else has part of.

This poem comes from a collection of poems called The Canzonier (the song book) written by Francesco Petrarch between the year 1327 to 1368. The present poem is a translation from the original Italian by A. S. Kline.

If you cannot feel the feelings expressed in this poem, you might as well stop reading poems altogether.

SATIRE AND HUMOR

Bothering, bothering, and bothering!

August 18, 2013 Ramu Das 5 Comments

The thing is… no, it is not just one thing; truly, not just a thing. Well, there are certain things; you know what I’m talking about. No, you don’t. Gosh! How you surprise me. Okay, should I spell it out? Yes. Then allow me, oh please do, to say a few words – words that may not so much as displease you – after all, you don’t know what the things are, do you? You Don’t. Of course you don’t, why else will you stare at my words with so blank an expression.

The most important thing, above all other things, is that she (Miss Somebody) is pretty. And, oh, someone once told me that all pretty girls are bound to have someone in their lives. I’m not sure how desperate girls are to have a man, but surely most men, but not all men, want nothing but pretty girls as their girlfriends and wives. I’m fine with anyone – pretty or not – who has a good heart. Once, there was one such girl, who happened to be pretty as well as a good-hearted women, but it occurred to me that she preferred someone unlike me, and so did I find out later… heck, let it be. That was past and past is past.

I’m concerned about the present. Miss Somebody works in the same organization as I do for the past two months, but I with all my eccentricity and reclusive nature didn’t so much as socialize with her or know what her name was. But, I used to look at her from the corner of my eyes, and whenever I did that I found her looking at me.

A friend of friend is a friend of hers. Now, after the exchange of a few words with that friend of friend, that friend of friend is my friend as well. The friend of my friend, as we became friends, told me what her name was. I started doing a little research about her. I tried to find as much information about her from as many sources as were available; never did I do any such thing throughout my college life when the point was about my studies, had I done so I might have as well been a topper in the College if not in the University or something like that, you know.

Her relationship status on FB said she was single, but that didn’t tell me if she was ready to mingle. So, I clicked on her photos and read all her status updates and the comments that followed. I ignored the comments that girls made, however, I meticulously read the all the comments made by men to get a hint that she was close to someone… that, I thought, some or the other man maybe bold enough to write something private in public. But, no, I could not find any such comments. I was pleased. Other social media didn’t reveal so much about her.

What if she is married, I wondered. I saw she wore a necklace on her neck, but luckily that wasn’t a Mangal Sūtra. When I looked at her more closely than before, I saw her eyes were golden, she had a mole on the left side of her forehead, she had a tattoo on her wrist, and she wore a ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. “Is she engaged?”My heart started beating faster at this very thought. “No, no, no!” I assured myself, “That can’t be, that can’t be.”

If I wanted I could have asked the girl if she had a boyfriend or something, but I brushed aside that idea because if I did that she would have got the impression that I was interested in her. What an awkward situation it would be if she’d told me that she had a boyfriend, and asked me the reason for asking the question. I know she would be flattered if I asked her that; she might also think that she is too beautiful and think highly of her own appearance. I didn’t want her to be puffed up with vanity of any kind.

Once again I asked the friend of friend, who is now my friend, if the girl in question was engaged or has a boyfriend or something. “And, may I ask,” Said he, “why do you raise such a question?”

“Curiosity,” said I, and he grinned, the grin that makes you think you are a liar, “the devil called curiosity got the better of me.”

“Oh, I see.” said the friend of friend, still grinning, “She must be lucky to be the only object of your curiosity in so big a company as ours.”

Such teasing! I thought. I liked the damned fellow less and less. “A simple question I asked and, my friend, a simple answer I would prefer, that will suffice,” I remarked.

“What a coincidence it is,” said the friend of friend, whom I started liking less and less, “that she bothers me about you, and now you’re asking me questions about her.”

“She bothers you about me?” that was news for me; I was surprised to hear that.

“Yes, yes, bothering, bothering and bothering! I have no intention of playing the mediator between you two.” What an emotional outburst, will he start crying now, I thought, “I’m making it clear, absolutely clear, that you should take care of your own stuff before anything begins from the beginning.”

What a fatherly advice he can give, I thought. “I understand,” I said and tried to console the fellow for I started liking him once again.

Poems

You Are So Unkind!

September 1, 2012 Ramu Das 13 Comments

Much I’ve seen and much felt: Old, new, friends, and foes

I know who cares and loves, and who adds to my woes

My faults I tried to wash away, if any, there has ever been

Yet, I’ve been accused of being private, arrogant, and mean.

Promise I to you, that truth is what I only preach

Though, at times, rude I’m may seem in my speech

But just care to consider and try not to be out of my reach

Love that you offer, I’ll return the favor be you a goddess or a witch.

Young lass, you cared and implied love (though, not said)

Love lasts in hearts that is pure’s

But that love (that I thought was love) just did fade.

Tell me, how, then, am I your’s?

You always wanted to converse with me

And much did I like you and wanted to make you feel free

Concerned I was about you, as I have always been,

And don’t want you to despise me,

Sometimes I don’t, sometimes I do mean

All that I say; I say that you may heartily grin.

I wanted to see you laugh and giggle

But so unkind you turned, yet feelings I tried to desist

With hope that you might like me, I did wiggle

My hope is just hopeless, for your intention is to punish

I vow not to say a thing, not a single thing!

If that gives you pleasure, and if that’s what you desire

And I’m ready to lose the sense of my being

But my infinite love for you’ll keep burning like fire!

Pretended, yes pretended I have, like, not a thing I know

False love, pride, wealth, fame and vanity’s glow are all fatal blow

Prudent, I think, it is to be humble, oh, and what is there to show?

Simplicity, honesty are both strength, yet you thought I’m low.

A mere trick to know you better and to speak with you

That I interrogate for suggestions, an answer, or a clarification

Exclusive trick it is, and I judiciously play only with few

My lonely pursuit: writing; my moderate ambition

But oh! Your help means nothing to me.

Your wealth and accolades are yours to keep, from them I try to flee

Nor do your skills, scores, ranks, mean nothing to me

That’s yours, that’s yours; wish you more of it so happy you always be

Consider me an eccentric, and I’m as good as a droll

We are not yet done; not very well we played our part

Not just a droll I’m also a Muller, or to you perhaps a fool?

All that has gone, has gone, however, things anew we can start

This thirst for love, I thought, might bring us bliss

But your recent gesture, by all means, was just a painful kiss.

Your recent gesture separated us and took us miles afar

As though stranger I’m, and my proximity to you… you deter.

All my worth is on the verge of decay

What value one might intend to add?

To survive can I find no better way?

Cruel love you’re making me extremely mad.

Yes, blunders, I admit, sometimes I made

And experienced fear and hurtful hate

But, leaving me uncaringly now that you run

Pity it is, oh love, but such love I shun.

And mind you! Never say my love I didn’t display

For I did, as much as I could, in my own way

But you! Did you ever think of me even a wee bit?

When I tried to come closer and attempted to talk

As though, I was someone below your standard and not fit

That ignoring me, boisterously, here and there you did walk

I did come with hands clean and intention good

But noticing your gesture, changed my entire mood

Oh, how much you abhor me, I’d never known nor thought

Ah! What love is this, if such malice for me you’ve got?

Am I so wretched that an untouchable you make me feel?

Oh! Why do you cause me so much pain that is not easy to heal?

Glimpses of true love and tenderness in you I fail to see

If this is my fate and such life is, so it be!

Poems

My Bliss

July 1, 2012 Ramu Das Leave a comment

Oh, condemn me for the fault is all mine
She tried her best
But her feelings I did decline
And walked out in jest

Time and again, her interest in me, she show’d
Approve her love, I must!
One more time my love must glow’d
Before things change to dust

Let me rest and let me die in peace
In her arms where I find my bliss

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Yes, I love you!

June 26, 2012 Ramu Das 7 Comments

“I – um – er – I mean – well I – I think – huhh – I mean to say – ahh – that is – I – la – la – la – love you!!”

Mustering up all my courage finally I told her that I love her, although my stammering and hesitation made it sound quite awkward, for sure. But there was immeasurable love in my awkwardness which made her (the girl, I like the most, and of course, love the most on earth) smile and laugh out loud.

“Huh, come again?” she asked turning to my side, her black eye caught my brown eye, and my heart started beating faster and faster. She acted as if she didn’t understand what I was saying, or maybe she just wanted to hear the words one more time. Magical were the words!

My heart’s wish was to be by her side all the time, I can breathe better when she is around. I adhered to and obeyed what my heart wanted, and once again I blurted out the three golden words. Boldly! This time, loud and clear. I didn’t care at all if she was going to mock at my condition or whatsoever; it was my desire to say the words, and it was imperative to let her know what I felt about her so that no other guy could get hold of her.

As I said the three most precious words in English I saw few costly drops of tears rolling down her check, I handed her the scarf that I was holding in my hand, and she wiped her tears away. I don’t know what made her cry, I thought my saying of the words had hurt her, and made her cry. Therefore, I asked her: “My dear, tell me. Tell me why you cry lest I should never forgive myself.”

She stopped crying and smiled a little – I don’t know if that was a real smile or a fake one – but that was just enough to relieve me of the pain I was going through and she said, “Oh dear, you know not how much I love you. I’ve been waiting for this day, and today after two years of knowing each other you have finally said it. You can’t fathom how happy I am!”

“Dear, I wanted to propose to you earlier, but I never had the guts to do so. But hey, look here, I do it today,” I immediately responded.

I always loved her, but the only word I used was ‘like’, never ‘love’ and she always used the word ‘we‘ – (like ‘we are there for you, don’t feel lonely ‘we’ stand by you‘). Still now I don’t understand who that ‘we‘ refereed to. I wanted to hear her say the word ‘I’ – (something like ‘I’m here for you’). I never considered myself worthy enough to get her love: first of all I’m a poor guy from a poor family, my status among my friends was very low. But I knew she liked me just as I did, for she sometimes said too many caring words when I was a little low, she tried to understand my situation, and when I was angry or frustrated, she consoled me many a times and cracked jokes that made me laugh, and I liked that more than anything else. She made me go crazy, like a little child I fell for her charm.

Today I find what a big fool I was! What a fool I was to have never proposed and say my heart’s words to this pretty, lovely, young, dazzlingly beautiful girl. Oh, she loves me. Yes she does!

“Now, since you love me and I love you, may we kiss?” I asked impatiently. She said not a word, I assumed she had no problem if I did that, as I got my lips closer to her lips, she indicated no displeasure and then I kissed and kissed and kissed a little more. So delicate were her ruby-red lips, I touched her soft little hands, her silky, shiny, long strand of hair bumped on my face. Right then, it started raining. Oh, what a romance it was and we thanked God for arranging everything so perfectly and creating such a romantic atmosphere just like in the movies –romance was in the air and we could feel it and smell it.

We couldn’t resist our temptation and started kissing each other once again when all of a sudden someone pinched me on my shoulder – it was a hard pinch, not a pinch of love but of anger. It pained, “Ouch!” I said and looked for the thorn in between two roses and found: my elder brother staring at me as if he was going to finish me at a single gulp.

“What the hell! Why are you here? And where is she?!” I was surprise to see him.

“Oye, it’s 9 o’ clock in the morning, won’t you go to college?” my brother shouted.

I noticed my premium pillow was partially wet as if rain poured on it, but there was no way water could seek into the room; there was not even a single hole on the ceiling of my room. I tried to reason that out for five minutes and later realized: it was the consequence of my passionate kisses!

“Yes, I will,” I said, and got up from my bed.

Poems

The more and more I move

June 17, 2012 Ramu Das 3 Comments

The more and more I move
Closer and closer and she comes
When I push and shove
In my ear, a sweet word or two she hums

What joy does she find in my bitterness?!
Why does she spend her time in vain?
And wait for me with such eagerness?
How do I return love for love again?!

When in contact comes my eyes to her eyes
She shows so much care and yet wishes to depart
And away when I am gone; the thoughts in me rise
And leave my heart-broken into pieces apart

My poem may not rhyme, but by this, my love and emotion I show
Pleasure might it bring and reading this she might know