Poems by Sreejitha P V

 

1.

On love and living

 

Ah love, let’s not 

Waste time 

There’s a sea

Out there

Trying to engulf us both 

knowing 

We are with each other.

let’s not waste time 

Knowing that reality.

 

Do not call me a coward,

my beloved

Fearing the fierce dance of togetherness.

Do not fall for it when they say

I chose to run away from you

You and I wanted to 

Do a lot 

before we met,

And be on our own 

We know

We are just the half together

And the other half 

Is the world.

 

We are two soulful beings

Too passionate

About this world.

 

Bright in the sky

The light of my world

You will always shine

True to the note of pain

Yet attuned to this note of pain,

you sing in me always,

You straight get into my veins.

Ah love, Let’s not

Waste time.

 

I just thought and said

Let’s not waste time,

Or is it you who said

Let’s not waste time.

Forgetting in love

is not our end.

To live in the other

Not our aim.

 

Let’s do everything 

You and me dreamt of before we met

 

The waves of love

Upon the brightness of the world.

Ah the brightness of the world

and waves of love.

 

Let’s endure the path

Which is pain

This separation

Since endurance is

The name of our love.

 

2.

Words of deciphering; past

 

Waiting

A metaphor.

Reaching home another

We combined our words to let each other be

Being was a travel for us

Till we met,

Meant to be,

To complete the journey.

In the paths peals of word were scatters

You out from the boxes, me out from.the boxes ,

were Carried away by waves, and

we rolled on the pebbles and

we tombed on the land

My memory faded

My journey omitted

You suffer.

And you within now, I complete

My wait

in the rails I find your back,

Your sufferings for your ego death

Quite combined with mine, you…

the end of my path.

My dream,

My awakening, love, you were my path.

In the dreams was this building,

 the eternal army with their bricks

Unforgotten food

Packets of sorrows

Time for celebration

Completion and responsibility,

My eternal spirit guide

We began to collect pebbles of words

Chaos and build

Numerous playhouses

Were we on the shores of our

Our childhood homes?

Refugees to the land

Misunderstood

Alienated. Suffered.

Begged, our childhood without play, but a lot of thinking,

Neglecting and abandoning?

Sea, the eternal, shores, and outsiders

Who never trusted boats.

Your missing links were up above the fathers and waterscape

You opened a cave for me 

My end was near but the words deceived me to go on

I was unaware in cold,

Touched for the first time

 love, the beginning.

 

Sreejitha PV. :

Independent Research scholar. Area of research: Feminism and Psychoanalysis. Worked on Traveling Consciousness and Emerging Subjectivities in Kamala Surayya. Power and Creativity in Margaret Atwood's Surfacing. Writes in English and Malayalam.

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