Dear Cupid

Prologue:

   This poem is addressed to "Cupid" who according to Classical mythology is the "God of desire". 

   He is responsible for people to fall in love. According to the myth, If Cupid finds two creatures fitting to fall in love, he would shoot arrows that would pierce each victim's heart and fill it with love and desire.

  
   Often times, this mischievous little angel would shoot arrows on the victims and get the perfect shot but other times he would pierce one of em and miss-out the other one intentionally. That is where it begins, the incessant pain and grief.

   This poem is relatable to a similar story where Cupid managed to pierce the hero's heart with the golden arrow, in fact a bull's eye but did not mind shooting any arrows to the one who is supposed to reciprocate the hero's love.
  
   After more than a year or two of distress and depression, here he is again with his broken heart mended together, fully functional yet tender with his unfathomable fear of past disrupting him to fall in love again.

   This poem is about his conversation with Cupid, where he remembers the last time they met, all those times when Cupid used to play all sorts of tricks to make him fall in love, later he admonishes Cupid and finally pleads him that at-least this new found love shall be reciprocated or he wishes to be left alone.
Here it goes, 
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Not again Dear Cupid,
Your tricks wont work anymore,
I am yet to forget the last time we met,
I got used to your lame tricks before.

Not long ago did you leave me,
With nothing but solitude and darkness.
All the pain and agony have just begun to cease,
and here you are again to spread your malicious disease.

I'm yet to forget the last time we met,
You showed me how beautiful my life can be,
Little did I know it was just a wrapper,
With contents of pure agony.

You painted my arid life,
like a rainbow with beautiful colors,
then you ruined it all together,
And made it look like a worthless mess.

I have outlived all the dark days,
all those struggles has made me stronger,
the wounds have now been inured,
and has become an indestructible armor.

Did you really expect me,
to heed to you and take another chance,
No! you are not a Pied-Piper and to your
stupid tunes I'm not going to dance.

But,

Is this one of your dramas?
I become negligent to the surrounding noise.
Distinct and mellifluous like a heavenly harp,
I hear nothing but her beautiful voice.

Is this one of your wicked plans?
trying to pierce my heart through your arrow,
then tangle my life in her beautiful hair-locks
and leave me there to suffer an incessant sorrow.


But listen Dear Cupid,

I may look like I'm okay and I may boast to be strong,
But I have always been weary of things that may go wrong!
If suppose my armor breaks and I loose my poor little heart,
Let it survive in this beautiful love, please don't tear it all apart.
                                                                                          -Adhi
                                                                                         6/12/2016

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Epilogue:

      This poem is written after a sudden twist in tale, My usually boring life has taken a sudden uplift. I never wanted to fall in love again but it seems cupid has other Ideas.I do not want to loose my heart, experience the pain of loneliness and agony of solitude ever again.

      Yes, I have been trying my best to avoid her and No, I haven't even spoken to her yet,I haven't seen her properly, my heart hasn't inscribed her beautiful face, yet I am here, pleading cupid to spare my heart,at least this time.

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Quintessence of life

Have you felt so lonely,

Have you felt the cold,

Have you felt the pain and grief, which

With words it cannot be told.

This happened to me, not very long ago

When everything in my life went wrong.

Agony and depression kept dominating,

And, My hatred for life grew strong.

I decided to end this torment,

These sufferings, Once and for all.

I could recall myself standing on the roof

Preparing myself for the eternal fall.

Little did I believe in fairy tales,

Or Little did I believe the gospel,

Little did I know that GOD loved me,

Until I met this beautiful angel.

Should I call it a revelation,

Or a doctrine by God himself,

Every word of her drilled my conscience

Until all my negativity devoured itself.

This is what she said,

Remember My child, the beginning of Life,

No Child was born with a smiling face.

The life itself begins with pain and strife,

And that is how it starts, this eternal race.

No one can deter your determination,

Only hard work can determine your capability,

Every single achievement was once just a dream,

It was achieved, It became a reality.

When Life knocks you down

And bashes you to the ground

Dust off and take a stand, and

Dare to make a forceful rebound.

You know, Why was God so specific,

He bestowed humans with a vertical spine,

Because we could rise up every time we fall

So muster all your courage,fight-out rise and shine.

                                                                  -Adhi

                                                                   4/3/2015

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Long Lost Love

                You know, at some point of time in life, you are forced in to a situation where you have to choose whether to hold on, hang on or move on this may be with a person or an object which you loved, loved with all your heart. 

                I was forced into such a situation, by the one whom I loved with all my heart and soul. Love, is the most painful thing for a few of us who never had our love reciprocated, an agony, a death in disguise, For people who were successful, huh!! I don't know how it feels and it's none of my business.

                Yeah, my love failed miserably and I was pushed to the point where I had to choose whether to hang on, hold on or move on..

What did I do??  I did a medley of all the three. 

                 I tried to pen down all my thoughts and the main reason why I write this is, Every time when I try to write something, I am literally grilled to death by all her thoughts.there is a feeling of incompleteness, I wanted to complete this piece of art. I finally did and it took four long months!!.

                 I am calling her Amy in this poem for privacy concerns, or maybe if she sees this let her assume that I forgot her name.   

Here it goes...

It all started with her voice,
She was so much like an angel in disguise. 
Even angels would fall for the way she speaks.
And the most beautiful thing was the dimple on her cheek.. ..


I liked Amy a lot,
Who would probably not?
Only blinds and stupids would fail,
To notice her beautiful heart...


I proposed her!!


She rejected me saying I was Younger and Shorter,
I said her that age and height were just a number.
My heart entirely shattered out,
When she said" This love is not going to work out".


She said I was not trustworthy,  
She said that I was always lying,
You know, the biggest lie, I ever said was.
"I AM OKAY", even though I was dying.


Finally,I was left with two options,
To be her friend and hang on.
Or forget her and move on.

In fact, I tried to move on like I don't care,
But, my love for her would not so easily spare.
I even tried to forget her and wipe her out of my imagination,
But once I snap back to reality, she'd come back to life again.

I know, she was right.

She might compromise once  or twice,  
But when compromises gets crammed up
It's  not "COMPROMISE" its "SACRIFICE"...

I moved on.
At least that is what she thinks.

But, deep in the lurid darkness.
I am dying every second with pain,
Every single thought of Amy,
Is hurling aches through my vein.

Though she left me alone in the dark,.
Her memories for ever shall remain.
If I had a chance to change my fate,
I would wish to be with Amy again.
                                                                          Adhi..
                                                                           22/12/2014

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Paraclete demise

Dark night,

Lonely street,

I'm standing alone.

Torpidness took control,
over my solitude soul.

Cynical thoughts,

Breaching my vulnerabilities,

My helpless soul,

Struggling to breathe in,

Air of positivity.

Expiration!!

The incessant struggle,

Ceased to last.

Death?
No,

I call it,

      Paraclete's Demise....  

                                               
                                                       -Adhi
                                                     22/09/14
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Paraclete is a Greek term which can be transliterated into English as a counselor, helper, encourager, advocate or comforter.

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Grammar love

Girl, 

You are my Subject,

And I am your Predicate,

Without you, I am meaningless.

                                                                -Adhi

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Puppy love

From  puppy’s  point of view:

Those were the golden days, when I used to frisk about,

With the freedom to run around and liberty to play and shout.

Playing with all my siblings and resting in the hay,

Snooping about and trotting around, made my happy day.

One sad day, all of a sudden I saw a man with a net,

He enfolded me and tied me up before I could react.

I tried to escape, but all in vain I was caught up in his snare.

His wicked and threatening face was the most enervate scare.

Leaving my siblings and mom behind, I felt forlorn in his trap,

I cried, snarled and sniffled a lot thinking about this mishap.

I was kept like a prisoner, price tagged and confined to a cage,

My happy days again, seemed more like a mirage.

For the entire day, the wicked man gave me meager food to eat

His threatening with a stout stick was the most brutal ill-treat

But I had a faith, I was very close to that beautiful day,

When all my sufferings would cease and I'll be let out to play.

 

One fine day,

I saw a little girl, who came to the shop with her father,

After a brief gab with the man, I was soon released from my tether.

I felt like I've got the answers for all my prayers and strife,

The time has finally come to rejoice my freedom and reprieve.

With all excitement and gaiety she lifted me in her hand,

All my sadness vanished at once, those hands were magic wand.

She carried me to her sedan and placed me on her lap,

The coziest place ever on earth, I had a comfortable nap.

With tonnes of excitement bundled, I was awaiting to see,

Awaiting to see how my life and future was going to be,

I could feel the fervent love and care they had on me,

Very soon I became their pet and one among the family.

Though the entire family showed infinite care and love,

The little girl's ardent love for me stood all above.

Words can never express her admiration and care,

And nothing can be compared to the lovely bond we share.

I love the way, the way she used to cuddle my frizzy hair,

Hugging me so close to her heart, having no gap for air...

I could actually sense her love for me in the retina of her eyes,

Some immanent instinct muttered "She is your mother in disguise".

I swear I am the one of the luckiest dog on earth,

I wish to remain the same, even in my next birth.

All throughout my life, I should never leave them apart.

Never should I miss their love and care, this is my last resort.

                                                                                  -Adhi

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I don’t  remember much about the feeling I had when I was penning down this poem. Every time, when I write a poem, I would at least make two fair drafts and then proof read to make a final version. However, when I was writing this poem, I was totally sleep deprived, I was not able to correct the errors, now I guess have made the best version of it.

                                            

I knew this poem was pretty long, but yes, I was trying to portray my imagination from the dog's point of view.

 Call it generosity or consolation, I was appreciated by someone who was really close to me, by the one I wanted to dedicate this poem to.

Time and fate drew an infinite line of  separation between us. I thought, deleting this poem from my mail would erase everything from my thoughts, but here it is, I got it from my 'Collection of crumbled papers' from my attic. 

        

       Though it hurls aches of nostalgia every time I read this poem, the mere thought that I made her happy, at least for a few minutes is the reason why I would cherish this poem all throughout my life.

       


                                                                                                   

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