Whispers at Moonrise

“Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale;
And when we whisper, then the stars fall down
To be partakers of our honey talk.”
(Christopher Marlowe, Dido, Queen of Carthage)

Some words are never spoken, but felt. Some feelings are never sensed, until stirred.

One cannot measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange, but by the number of whispers they share. If whispers were the lyrics, silence was the music… making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

The heart is not an organ, but a whisper in your soul. Two lovers, from two different realms of time, exchange glimpses of each other, through silent songs at every moonrise. A series of Haikus and two soulful tunes fictionalising a surreal romance:

PROLOGUE

***

The temple bell stops;

But melody keeps flowing,

Out of the flowers.

***

The shy hummingbird

Visited my bud today;

Did you think of me?

The forgotten breeze

Brought your scent of yesterday—

Whispering mute sighs.

This eternity 

Is not nearly long enough,

For skylarks to sing.

Along mountain roads

I hear your echo inside—

A wild violet.

Awake, butterfly—

It’s late, we have miles to tread

And glide together.

Rumble in the heart,

Tumble in my arms, with me

And may time stand still.

Morning comes sooner

And you are gone, like moonshine;

A slow rain falls near.

Unbound by moments

Like an old clock’s symphony;

The heartache is back.

Sunlight streams deeper

Through red petals of parting—

Trembling eyelashes.

With dewdrops dripping,

The scent of cherry blossoms;

Waiting for nightfall.

***

The young cuckoo cries; 

And through thickets of bamboo 

The lonesome moon smiles.

***

EPILOGUE

Copyright © 2012-2013 Tanumoy Biswas and The Nomadic Soliloquist. All Rights Reserved.

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77 comments on “Whispers at Moonrise

  1. Simply gorgeous! My favorite being…

    Rumble in the heart,
    Tumble in my arms, with me
    And may time stand still.

    Beautiful writing as always, Tanumoy! Your work is so refreshing and so completely filled with intensity.

  2. I wrote something so similar to what you wrote. Crazily, so very similar. Would be fun to share it with you one day. =) I hope the waxen moon and glittery stars stroke a poetic symphony in your heart, Tanumoy!

  3. Rumble in the heart,
    Tumble in my arms, with me
    And may time stand still.

    … You might just make a true believer of me in the Haiku form, if you continue to write little wonders like this one. Sublime poetry.

    • Your words always act as the greatest inspiration for a scribbler like me, every single time. Thank you for being here and reading this piece. You bring lots of peace and joy. 🙂

  4. You keep outdoing yourself!!!
    You really are a gift… blessed are your words and blessed is your soul!

    I was reading this over and over again…

    “Sunlight streams deeper
    Through red petals of parting—
    Trembling eyelashes.”

    *bow*

  5. Oh my my my… o charmer… my majestic lion…

    “Some words are never spoken, but felt. Some feelings are never sensed, until stirred.
    One cannot measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange, but by the number of whispers they share.”

    You have no idea… you have no idea… what they spoke to me…
    These lines of yours brought a fragrance that is now lingering about… a feverish feeling indeed… 🙂

    • Aha! The princess is all set for glory… 😉

      Your words reflect your heart, and that’s a pretty place indeed. To feel is indeed a bliss, and not many can do that. You, o princess, can alchemise charm! 🙂

      • It’s your presence, my dear friend… and your roar was missed…

        But yes, the word here penned by you did cause a stir… reminder of something almost forgotten… I thought I had buried my feelings somewhere deep within, but the tug I sensed through your words made me realize that they beat still… they beat still…

        To feel is a blessing indeed and you brought a realization… and for that, this “Whispers at Moonrise” will remain special forever indeed.

  6. You do have a great way of expressing, don’t you Tanumoy? What jumped out at me, and I quote,

    “Unbound by moments
    Like an old clock’s symphony;
    The heartache is back.”

    To me the heartache signifies being bound to a past and its moments. And as we remain bound there, we are forced to listen to the old clock’s symphony. As I am able to “unbind” myself from this past, I soar free in the moments of future possibilities…

    What do you say, Tanumoy?

    Shakti

    • What a great thought, sir! A warm welcome to you here, and thank you so much for the words of appreciation. 🙂

      Exactly sir… in that ‘unbinding’ from the past, we glide towards hope and melody, unsure yet unbent. The journey, the symphony, the quest… to an unknown eternity.

      Regards
      Tanumoy

  7. *sigh*……… I thought first to say ‘wow’, but that doesn’t quite cover up what want to say… I have no words to explain… This is beautiful, tremendous in its emotion – changing me, changing all. Beautiful. ~ Love, Bobbie

    • Oh, how wonderful to have you here, yet again… and as usual, you bring petals of bliss with you. Dear Bobbie, let words rest today, for your sighs have touched me deeper than syllables can. Thank you! Love & regards, Tanumoy

  8. Aahh how I missed your Eden — my poetic Haven!

    “Some words are never spoken, but felt. Some feelings are never sensed, until stirred.” — how righteously said! Only words alone know of what they speak of to ’round white ones’ on moonlit nights — all but in whispers…

    Huzoor, here I am, for, you called out to my silent world. I am walking every path here that I have not since I last visited. And I absolutely love what you have done here — woven whispers into melodic songs.

    “The shy hummingbird
    Visited my bud today;
    Did you think of me?”

    This one verse jumped off from your page onto my lap. So I held it in my hands and decided not to give it back *smiles selfishly* Well, truly your new style of writing and ways of expressing have bourgeoned into blooms, which can only be found in your garden. Let’s hope a wandering fakir doesn’t pluck them again 🙂

    I loved this one! Brilliant and heart-touching piece indeed.
    Shukriya for the beauty you brought with it to the heart.
    *smiles wondering if he still knows*

    • Sahiba Sahiba! And that bird was waiting eagerly, with keen eyes and dry tunes, for the graceful presence of your soul… and now that you have visited, it can escape and fly, up high.

      Well, I like experimentation… and words and poetry offer a lot than we can imagine. So after a few ones inspired from short ‘anecdote’ movies, I’ve ventured into this realm of broken words and random thoughts… Even if the wandering fakir plucked them, I won’t complain… 😉

      Your heart has a flow that not many possess, a beautiful one… hence you see beauty, for you see not with the eyes… but with that heart.
      *a smile and a bow…*

  9. Beautiful! You know I can never put those right words in appreciation of your works and words, that they deserve. The music forcibly stops me not to leave before dropping a comment and here I am wondering what I should be writing. So let me just say that I loved it. Whispers at Moonrise: it is so touching, and so relatable too.

    “The shy hummingbird
    Visited my bud today;
    Did you think of me?”

    “The forgotten breeze
    Brought your scent of yesterday—
    Whispering mute sighs.”

    “Unbound by moments
    Like an old clock’s symphony;
    The heartache is back.”

    Amazed…

  10. Brilliant!!! I am absolutely in love with this new literary wonder you have graced us with… Moonlight and romance… a perfect coupling. Many smiles and *sighs* from the heart because of this masterpiece! ~lenise~

    • Ah, Lenise! It’s always a delight to have you here… not just because of the blissful flow of words you bring along with you, but also because your being here lights up the post! Even moonlight appears so soothingly brighter! Thank you! *collects the smiles and the sighs*

  11. The Moon whispers back,
    Her pale skin glowing
    against the endless
    void that encompasses all.
    Like a cocoon protects the caterpillar,
    we are transformed by its shelter
    The spaciousness is all around.
    Nothing keeps the Moon afloat
    she remains hovering
    in endless circles
    and cycles
    in the heavens
    out of Love.

  12. Your style is beautiful. Your words like sweet honey. Why did I wait so long to read this post when I knew it would bring me such joy?

  13. “The heart is not an organ, but a whisper in your soul”. This is a line I wish I wrote. Actually I could copy and paste the whole post. *smile*. I thoroughly enjoyed your post and heartfelt haikus. You are such a gifted writer. Applause.

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