my love and hers

Dear Kamla,
You are welcome anytime, Kamla. The ice cream will always be waiting for you.

The disadvantage though is somewhat tough...'cause after all those wonderful words which have already been said in praise of your poem and after the many reflections to it, what more and how can a simple me add to the glory of it all?! I will not even dare to attempt !

Well I don't consider it as a disadvantage. For whatever words you have to say are wonderful to me, no matter, whether they have already been said or not. Your coming in will be the glory.

Knowing your pen by now, I guessed where you were going in the fourth stanza! I could visualize the disappointment in Indhu's pretty face. But I guess she is above all this, after all, she is the woman who shares that love with you:)

Of course Indhu's disappointment was pretty obvious. As she read the first two lines there was a loud whistle. With the next stanza the whistle became louder and with the third it was so loud, that I was really worried. I even had half mind to break the suspense.
She was disappointed. But then she decided to read the poem again in the light of the new understanding. Only after she cleared the stuff as "worthy of IL" I posted it.

These lines below are as though you have looked into my mind and written. That is a comforting thought to know that others too feel the same way as me. Nice not to be alone!

"But her love is that of the sun
Always there for me
But half the time I don’t see."

"Whenever I talk to her
It’s about the list I have
A list of wants and wishes Give them all, I plead with her
Give them now, I demand of her
She gives a few, delays some"

Ever since we exchanged notes in What to pray for thread I know our wavelengths merge at many points.

The simile of the sun is apt here. I remember an anecdote. The teacher asks the class, which is better, the sun or the moon. One stood said, 'definitely the moon'
'How?'
'You see the sun is there only in the day. The day is already bright and what's the need for Sun? Whereas it is dark in the night and moonlight is really helpful.'
Well all of us are like that boy. We don't know that it is the sun which gives us the day and it is the sun that sustains us during the night. We think that half the time we can survive without the Sun.

Nice to know that the poet in you is now standing up Varalotti. SHE has really been kind to you indeed. And may you flourish further with poetry.

That's a real blessing coming from you Kamla.

Love,

Dear perfectly perfect,
If a perfectly perfect person herself has something to say about this poem... well, I am flattered, moved and touched.
And thanks for the great words.
It is my pleasure and happiness to share this with you.
And yes if she deigns to talk to me I shall tell her about a 'perfectly perfect' love,
regards,

Originally Posted by perfectly_perfect

Hi,
I liked this poem very much, If i think which line most impressed me , i've to quote whole poem. Nicely described your feelings. One request from me to you Please tell her that I love her too
Thanks for sharing it.

Dear Sudha,

This 4th stanza has helped me to know many people. Cheeniya says that the poem would make wonderful sense even without the last stanza. One of my friends who plays badminton with me says, 'typical of varalotti, you have a sudden twist even in your poem'
Another gentleman said today, 'At first the poem looked meaningless. And baffling. Until I cameto the 4th stanza. Then and only then the poem makes some sense.'
Malathi Jagan and Varloo have already started fighting about the difference between man's love and a woman's love,
Some purists cannot accept my saying God in feminine. We have Parasakthi. We have Mary. They are all women. But if we use the feminine pronoun to refer to God then they all get offended.
If you read the climax of One Night At a Call Centre by Chetan Bhagat, you will get a feel of this dilemma.
Thanks Sudha for coming in.
regards,

Originally Posted by sudhavnarasimhan

Dear Sridhar,

Good one......but a bit disappointing , in the 4th stanza. Thru the poem u lead us to believe it is ur better half ......and in the end it changes to HER (GODDESS).......a bit confusing, i guess thats why all the fbs with the women talking abt the evils meted to them by men etc!
But good outpouring ...and if we go thru the poem again with what you have brought out in the last para, then it sounds better.
Enjoyed all the fbs , like Kamla has pointed out, we get cream and cherry and topping ...everything! Also everyone has said it all......all i can say is keep it on!

Dear Lalitha,

Very glad to note that atlast you had faith in us so that you could post the poem in your name and not cover it with a borrowed blanket.

I have always had hope in you. My hope was strong that you will all appreciate whatever is good and denounce everything that's bad. The problem last time was that I did not have hope in my self. You see, first it was poetry, a new form of expression for me. Secondly the poem was about a weird subject. That made me pretty cold and I had to borrow the blanket from MJ.

In the begining, like Indhu I also thought that you are writing about her but something was telling me it was aimed at a more higher level. I really enjoyed your piece. It was really awesome. I was just going thru the same with open mouth.

You see, Lalitha, had I used the masculine pronoun He and used a capital H then everybody will know who I am writing about. The poem would have lost some of its charm.
We can choose to worship any God, Jesus,Allah, Krishna, Parasakthi, Mahalakshmi, Saraswathy.... and can use the relevant words for each of these Gods. He and She.
But I still feel that using a masculine pronoun to refer to a generic God is a form of chauvinism. To think about God as a old man with a long white beard is blasphemy. To think that God can not take the form of a woman is insult added to blasphemy.

As I have mentioned in my earlier FBs also, you really have the gift. Maybe you are too modest in accepting the same. (Ref: He - final episode).

Thanks Lalitha.

The ending was very beautiful & exquisite. It was very touchyyyyyyyyyy.

PS: Please inform Her, we all lover Her very much.

Thanx for giving us food for thought.

Thanks and welcome.
love,

Dear Ranjitha,
(you may call me sridhar.)
Welcome aboard.
Thanks for the kind words, Ranjitha.
It's a dedication to Goddess. And yes, She is my love. If She is not my love, who else can be?
Whatever people I love in my life or whatever people who love me, starting from my mother, father, wife, daughter,friend, brother, sister, teacher - are all confined to this birth, this world, and this life. And when this life is gone then that love is also gone. But with my Love, the Goddess, the love is as permanent as the beloved.
thanks again Ranjita for your fb.
regards,

Originally Posted by Ranjita Gireesh

Dear Sir,

Excellent Poem !!! Very profound wordings, it touched my inner soul.

At first I thought this is a dedication to your love, but it's for Goddess. How beautifully you had explained your faith. Hat's off to your sir.

Ranjita.

Dear Varloo,
In a sense you are right. Women tend to forgive more than men. But that's all changing.
A very rich boy known to me went to see a girl for marriage. The girl after talking to him said, yes to the alliance. The parents agreed. But the boy said, 'I can't decide without moving with her for three months'
So with the permission of the parents on both the sides he moved with her for three months. They used to meet every day at a hotel or beach or somewhere.
At the end of 3 months the boy said ok. But the girl said a firm no. Her mother argued with her. "You said yes earlier. Why do you retract?"
"I said yes because I did not know him and wanted to take the risk. He himself offered a free sample life of 3 months at the end of which I am convinced that he is worthless. I will have to thank him for such an opportunity. He has avoided a messy divorce by this arrangement."
That's the attitude of girls these days.

So hopefull we men would reform.
Thanks for the nice discussion on the side.
regards,

Originally Posted by Varloo

Dear Sridhar,
Malathi is right. Women have a sense of righteousness that they hesitate to punish the man who was the reason for their misery. It has been grilled into our psyche that we should bear with all these, for the family's sake and honour. If there was no stigma about divorce and remarriage in India, here also women would be living in peace, alone. The ultimate goal of a girl is considered to be marriage in our society. I wish that would change in the future and the women would get their place which they very much deserve.
I believe yourself and Cheeniya sir are in the rare group of men who respect women generally and treat them well. I am so glad about that.
I can go on and on about this, but that is a very known topic. So let me stop here.

Thanks CarpeDiem for the kind words. I am happy that you liked this poem.
regards,

Originally Posted by CarpeDiem

Wonderfully written and very heartfelt! I truly enjoyed this beautiful masterpiece especially the 2 paras in quotes.

Dear Sreelatha,
You made me blush with your words of praise. Thanks a lot, Sreelatha.
regards,

Originally Posted by slp807

Dear Sridhar Sir,

wow!!! there are no words to describe how beautifully you have written..... all i can say is Sir...

even i thought its about your LOVE but like your serials we have a twist till the end ,very well written..

Dear Sindhuja,
I have already told here that even my wife was disappointed. Honestly I could have dedicated this poem to her and could have cut down the last stanza. She deserves it.

But the sins and wrongs I commit day by day are so high, that even a kind woman like my wife cannot forgive. So I thought I should shift the love to that level where whatever I do or failed to do will be completely forgiven.

thanks a million for the kind words.
regards,

Originally Posted by Sindhuja

Dear Varalotti sir,
WOW!
I enjoyed it, though I was little disappointed. I thought this
poem was dedicated to your wife.

"My love is like the fleeting light
Here this moment and gone the next"

Though the quoted lines above made me think for a while.
Still continued reading with the same thought, then finally came a TWIST. I did not expect this twist.
That shows your love for Madurai Meenakshi!
Great poem!

Dear Sridhar,

This was one great poem. A cross between a love song and a psalm. And some of the sentiments expressed here like God loving us even when we are evil, are very touching, something that we need to be reminded of. When I started reading the poem, I too felt it was rightfully about Indhu. When I saw your specification that She is not a wife or mother, but God, I just felt how easily God slips into the garbs of a mom of wifey to teach us about true love. I find Cheeniya sir's reply and examples most educative something that only he can gift us with. Good versing and I like this new avtar of you as a poet.

regards
Vidya