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 And how the dreams fall  Poetry listing

The ways of the world are but strange-
When people so sure of their belief in their love,
Dismiss weakness in jest: Indomitable we are!
Slowly time grinds the vanity of pride,
And as mere puppets are we left to dole with emotions-
How we think that love would never sink,
And how but time erases the deepest of thought!
Deeds do fall and vanish; but dreams! -
I thought them infallible, unvanquished as it was so far-
Oh! How time made me wrong,
In Ozymandias, Shelley was but so right!
-2\11\98, Calcutta-63

COMMENTS : 

The alluded to poem by Shelley is as follows:


Ozymandias
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive (stamped on these lifeless things),
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

People are in the habit of boasting about their love for the object of their affection- and if that object happens to be a fair lady, the claim borders on haughtiness. But when rough weather comes many are left shaken. Many such claims are tested. Most fail, a few survive- the real champions. Everyone celebrates the winner- the loser majority languishes nameless. But love is not just a tale of triumph, it is also a tale of loss, of dejection, of tears:

‘Some are there, who, for love shook destiny,
And others who silently died away.’

Shelley had said that our sweetest songs are those that tell of the saddest thoughts. There is no scientific reason why it should be so, but fact dictates that it is so. A vast majority of the lyrics in most languages are poems of dejection, the best poems invariably reflecting upon the darker part of life.

  A brush with life
  A day in adulthood
  A helpless follower
  A man draped in tattered clothes
  After dark
  An axe on Keats
  And can't I mould my future
  And how the dreams fall
  Being in love
  Bereft of success
  Between despair and hope
  Come back soon
  Devil and his counterpart
  Devour
  Engineers
  Epitaph
  Farewell
  Farewell from the circle of friends
  Fast moves the time
  Femina
  Finding Estella again
  Freedom came cheap
  From where to nowhere
  Fulfillment
  Harvest
  Heart in Everest
  Heaven to hell and back again
  HOME
  How he lies amid his ruins, and you smile
  How I missed the beauty
  I wonder
  Insomnia
  Kiss from a rose
  Land's end
  Leeches in my soul
  Letter from battlefield
  Looking back
  Losing everything
  Love and compromise
  Love in modern times
  Madonna
  My abode among the clouds
  My beloved
  Naga Sadhu goes digital
  Nevertheless I tried
  Ode
  On St. Valentine
  On visiting an old place
  Papa dear
  Rancour
  Reminiscences from my graveyard
  Stranger at the tavern
  Suspended animation
  Tears, idle tears
  Telephone call to my beloved
  Tell her I am dead
  Termination
  That passed, this also may
  The blissful illusion
  The breathless seashore
  The bride
  The Buddha smiled, but he died
  The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood
  The day after the crossing
  The desert princess
  The dipping sun
  The eve of St. Valentine
  The frozen wet damsel
  The last word
  The pen and the paper
  The phoenix
  The pimp
  The silence spoke so much
  The soldier's lament
  The tear left a trail
  The world beyond innocence
  They tell me I am mad
  Thoughts of tomorrow
  Titanic
  To hug her close or leave her alone
  Today I die
  Vain is the wish to be born again
  Vanished figure
  Walking through the streets of a country deprived
  When loss pains no more
  Where the grass in not painted green
  Which is better?
  You don't ask
  You see why I died

 

 

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