A villanelle for the forsaken – Nitin Lalit Murali

MORALITY PARK

What’s memory but a reverb of whispered pasts?
On ashen, sordid ground, I take root; here I stand –
Expecting withered trees to clasp; some dew that lasts –

With such fierce passion we plant or forsake our masts –
Fly flags on fruitful, fertile, or dead, barren land –
When memory’s but a reverb of whispered pasts –

Oh, how I long for love that changes, holds me fast –
Through strife, fear, test, ache and pain – an aesthetic hand –
Expecting withered trees to clasp; some dew that lasts –

Hope tosses, shuns me, puts sick bones in breaking casts –
And songs become a dirge with sounds from banished bands –
What’s memory but a reverb of whispered pasts?

Perhaps the answer’s in the wind, truth left unasked –
Perhaps I hope to see and must accept what’s planned –
Expecting withered trees to clasp; some…

View original post 62 more words

2 thoughts on “A villanelle for the forsaken – Nitin Lalit Murali

  1. I read it all “over there” but comment here because it’s a villanelle and “Dying Light” is villanelle inspired… Dylan Thomas’ famous villanelle was so perfect that all other attempts since seemed inadequate. You’ve just blown the villanelle out of the water. It’s extraordinarily good, Nitin.

    1. Thank you so much Bruce. I’ll admit that I did have trouble finding the right words, but I’m glad I finally did, and I’m glad you liked it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s