“…when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.”
(Jane Austen)
Scars are but evidence of life. Evidence of choices to be learned from, evidence of wounds, wounds inflicted by memories. Memories are like bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces. Sometimes the scars remind you that you survived; sometimes they tell you that you have healed. Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, and caution.
Memories leave a light in the eyes, just as plain as scars. Versification of one such estranged and dyspnoeic moment, when painful memories and a torturous migraine decided to waltz in unison, presented in the form of a set of Haikus and two poignant melodies:
PROLOGUE
***On the skin of love,
A tremble of touch, a cry:
The fading birthmark.
***
Drops of memories,
The heart pitter-patters, slow —
Five comets fly by.
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With momentous pomp
The scar of destiny mocks,
Impenitently.
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A mouse digging deep,
Impulses numb yet lurid —
The devil nods, smiles.
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Inside each neuron,
A silent Buddha waiting
For the blind sculptor.
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Borrowing slumber
From the scarecrow’s folded sleeves;
Midnight frost seeps deep.
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Dark chill smothering
The edges, the heart beats null —
Rhythmic flow of light.
***
An incoming tide
Crashes gently on the beach:
The fading footprints.
***
EPILOGUE
Copyright © 2012-2013 Tanumoy Biswas and The Nomadic Soliloquist. All Rights Reserved.
The Nomadic Soliloquist 
I am overwhelmed by feelings from the marvelous music and by your wonderful words.
On the skin of love, a tremble of touch, a cry… gave me goosebumps… Thanks dear Tanumoy.
Thank you dear Kerstin… your emotive words of appreciation always inspire me to create more such pieces. Regards 🙂
I am happy about that. Thanks dear!
I loved the last one. An incoming tide… the fading footprints. Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Jessica! In fact, the last one took the maximum time to think. 🙂
All that we have known is needed for us to be as we are… in this grand sweet moment. Beautiful, Tanumoy.
And all that we shall be are the footprints of what we were yesterday… thank you dear Bobbie, your presence is what brings the real beauty to these words. 🙂
…… Silent, speechless I sit
“Inside each neuron,
A silent Buddha waiting
For the blind sculptor.”
…… You’ve said it all. None left to be known.
I shall return when words haven’t vowed to fail me.
Ssshhhh, Sahiba… *the silence of the night speaks*
Can you hear it? 😉
Scars and wounds are a part of life, wounds heal, but on the other hand, scars are the badges of courage and remembrance of the day when the finest battle was fought.
Sturdy words, the write-up is brilliant with the poems being heavy and melancholic. My kind of post, liked it a lot.
Well-said, Juned! I think we have a lot in common, mate… my kind of theme as well! Thank you so much! 🙂
Inside each neuron,
A silent Buddha waiting
For the blind sculptor.
The universe is quietly speaking…
Indeed, sir… and speaking more than words will ever do.
Thank you for dropping by and gracing this meek corner with your majestic presence. I have lot of reading to do of your masterpieces, will visit soon! 🙂
Great, a quote of Jane Austen. It’s so painful even if it’s right.
Hahah! True that! 😉
Tanumoy, you just reached new heights…
It made for such a wonderful read… the music accentuates every thought till everything else seems numbed out…
“Memories leave a light in the eyes, just as plain as scars.”
I could not agree more. Such depth in a single line… *deep in pleasant thoughts… smiles*
*multiple bows*
Ah, thank you so much Mamta… you humble me greatly! I was in a lot of dilemma while penning down this, confused about whether this is worth a post or not… you brought a smile now! *bow back* 🙂
Knight, today I leave no comments for I don’t think I could…
… You are amazing and need I say anything more.
Aha! You need not say anything… all connected and communicated. 🙂
I think the purpose of pain is to remind us to step carefully with love and to always remember to feel.
Another realm of interpretation definitely, dear Cao. But what is love if no pain is felt… it’s like a droid with no nerves to stimulate it. 😉
Of course… for every drop of rain, a flower grows, or in the words of Leonard Cohen, “There is a crack in everything. That is how light gets in.” It’s those little cracks and dings received over the years that teach us what love is and what isn’t… they make us who we are and help us to be capable of receiving the light of love. I suppose what I meant in my first case is pain teaches us how to carry one another’s hearts with small handprints, so as not to create permanent damage when we cause pain. But in all ways, I eagerly await your next inspiration for me.
Ah, you are too wise and sweet… that quote by Cohen is one of my favourites! Marks and prints are what determine how adventurous life can truly be! Really admire the counter-inspiration you pour me with… I shall think of something, what next to write. 🙂
Loved this post. :)Take care. 🙂
Tumi Siliguri theke? 🙂
Thank you so much!
Yups… jonmo, paathshala, kheladhulo, baadramo — sob Siliguri teyi, till college took me to the hills. 😛
Have you been there? 🙂
I stayed there for a few years..all my best friends are from that place. :D..So don bosco, JEG siliguri? 😀
Hawww! Kothaye thakte? Kobe obdi? 😀
Yups, DBS er polapaan ami, till 12th! 😛
:D..and SIT or JEG ? ha ha..yup, got that from your writing style. 🙂 aami khelaghar more 😀
Nopes, neither… I did my engineering from Sikkim Manipal. 🙂
Ohho! Writing style theke… ki bhaabe? 😛
Arey! Khelaghar More ey toh duniyar baadramo korechi! 😀
Aami 10 bochhor aage thaktam… hence, that’s a different generation. 🙂 Writing style… hmm, there are many words only DBS Siliguri people use… 😀 Bhalo theko 🙂 Aami deep dinobandhu mancho-er nostalgia-e gelaam 😀 Bye 🙂
Hahah! Don Bosco has a lot of legacy, you see! 😉
Arey wahh, happy nostalgia! Bye, take care. 🙂
Very heart touching… 🙂
Quite difficult to express, this was… thank you, Jayshri. 🙂
Always the profound post I like to read! Extravagant imagery. Wow!
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Ah! You never cease to amaze me with your gifts. I’m a bit late in checking this. Thank you so much! I gleefully accept it and will complete the formalities soonest. Cheers! 🙂
It takes more than just efforts, sometimes
riverie of memory, it just flows, flow isn’t always so even, oddities stretched
along the tracks, debris obstructing
the flow, left alone, alone sloppy and enraged
we do what anybody would do, actions-reactions
without much ado…
Wow! Your words are always so profound, reflecting the superior domain of your thoughts. Thank you for the lovely words, Jyoti.
(Still in awe of those lines… will flow with them for sometime.)
Nice post! Nostalgic!
Thank you so much. It means a lot. 🙂
This touched my heart with those memories that I had hidden deep in me, back in time, never to dig again… made me cry, so I will not read anymore as it’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and I have decided to cry no more my friend… That’s how deep your words have an effect I can say.
Oh! I shall not dig further in that case. I have this unwanted curse of connecting with people’s darkness, at times… not pleasant.
Wishing you a joyful Sunday, keep smiling. 🙂
Hehehe… that’s alright… sometimes it’s good to know what you have inside, but sometimes better to act like naive… and I want to play innocent today 🙂
*wags his proverbial tail in agreement*
😛
Your haikus are amazing, Tanumoy!
Ooh, I loved the Haikus, especially the last one! ❤ You're brilliant with poetry and words. And it carried even beautiful and deep meanings. Yes, I agree with you, the purpose of joy and the way it winds up in pain all constitutes life. I don't want to rephrase what you've written… Just know that your words have hit somewhere home 😉
Keep the pen going, keep the words flowing out like this. Amazing, totally! 😀
No regrets :~) Truly living life encompasses accepting the sum of our experiences and treasuring the valuable lessons each teaches us
Pleasantly taken aback by the beauty of some Haikus here… wowzers!
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