so many lovers have been betrayed.
betrayal happens every day.
i pray each lover finds a way
to the source of poetry.
the body and soul could have
been so complimentary
sad the exploitaion occured
killing the spark..
but poetry could still live on...
the poem is about the creative mind and its inability soemtimes to live efficiently in this world.
i have thought about this for a long time: the fate of vincent van gogh and even dadi's inability to handle the wealth that came to him. and only today i watched a doucmentary about kurosawa and how even this great film-maker attempted to take his life and later could not find funds to finish his movies and had to seek foreign funds.
this poem explores that 'inaptness' of the creative mind to live in its enviorenment and will form a dark companion piece to the next poem i will post: the curse of poetry:the singer's story
but optimism and brightness will follow.
though but a persona
in the poem
surely the lady will find your words
comforting and strengthening...
but raj, unlike your earlier blogs, you ended this poem with despair. may be it is reality.
thanks. dmr sekhar.
your verse are so gentle and pure
the burden of curse would feel unsure
and leave you to recite
and return the shine in your eyes.