Poems by Aparna Ram

When will the awakening come?

a poem by

Aparna Ram

How stone-hearted people are!
Here I lie, pain searing through my heart,
The wound seeping into my flesh
Yet, who cares.

I’ve served them for long
Given my heart
Given my soul
Gone beyond myself. All in vain…

But now, when I yearn
When I’m in need of succour,
Of reassurance, of relief,
They turn their backs to me.

For too insignificant I now am,
Having done my duty
It is not for me to desire anything more-
Not a little pity. Not even compassion.

I am a burden now,
A burden that refuses to let go them.
A burden so sickening,
The very sight of me nauseates them.

Is illness not a common thing?
Do the ill have to be shunned?
Do they have to be denied all pleasures?
Do they have to suffer unto death?

I yearn for a kind look,
A soothing word,
A relieving touch,
But I’m left yearning.

When will all this come to an end?
When will you deliver me from the pain?
Do I not have the right
To a painless, dreamless sleep?
Tell me…

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Will you allow me the truth?

a poem by

Aparna Ram

Rain feels like a thousand drops of dew
Bedecking my persona in its beauty,
Like priceless pearls bejewelling me
Plastering hair to hair, skin to skin
There I stand, open to its mastery over me.

Yet, there is something so enigmatic in its touch;
Like as if it wanted to tell me something,
Whisper secrets unto my ears,
Let me into its intriguing charm.

Pleasure and pain mix as it
Finds its way through me.
An inexplicable blend – of agony that is,
And ecstasy that should be.

I stand in truth to the torment
I stand in truth to the thrill
Baring my soul, baring my all.
Foolish would any disguise now be.

It knows all, knows everything-
The devil which lurks in the shrouds of the saint, it sees.
Yet, with unbiased benevolence
It lends its glory to all who seek.

I stand there, yearning to become one with the ultimate,
Thirsting to know the truth of it all,
Begging to be allowed the knowledge,
Begging to be allowed the privilege.

I still stand there, pondering…
Would any mortal magnanimity ever equal
This divine pittance?
Would a single thing of beauty
Ever surpass its dazzling splendour?
One will never know…

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