FIGHTING TO FORGET THE DAYS GONE BY...BUT IN VAIN!

All praise to God Almighty
It's a beautiful sunny morning
Revives memories
Of childhood and youth --
Those wonderfully poignant years
When laughter ruled over tears
And fears, scoldings and jeers...
The girl in her striking "green and white"
Coming to school in the morning light:
Eyes beaming with joy as she smiles
At me and makes my world even bright!
How can I ever forget her
I can't...says a whispering tear,
As it slowly rolls down my face...
Do I possess a dominating power
Of a far greater loving shower
Pouring like much-needed rain
And filling the stark and hidden
Recesses of my heart's veers?
Of course my beloved woman of today
Loves me more and more each day
And I am ever grateful to God and her
For making me forget that Daphne's still near...
I owe a lot to my beloved woman of today
For everything she gives me with full cheer
Expecting nothing in return -- a complete lover
Of a guy she rescued from the past's spear.
Yet memories still do not let go of me
When a June morning dances with glee
Recounting a deep and stubborn story
Of my first love's "green and white" glory....
The morning also takes me back fastly
To the days when my dear Pa was with me
Surfing on the clear and blue summer sea
As my mom and siblings laughed carefree.
O my beloved woman, you truly love me,
Without a doubt do I believe in thee.
Yet pardon me when a sudden memory,
Shines and comes running at me
Over the years in her green and white dress
And takes me back to the realm where she
Lovingly haunts me quite compellingly
And tripping and dancing like a houri*
And winking somewhat joyfully
That she is still my first love and uncannily
The horizon too appears green and white
As if paying homage to sweetest Daphne.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*HOURI: Hoor in Arabic/Persian and Urdu. A beautiful and ethereal woman inhabiting Paradise.

Memories are almost impossible to fight...like the one that took an almost unrelenting hold over me, in the early hours of the day as the sun peeped like an angel from the glorious green mountains of one of the most beautiful hilly areas on God's beautiful Planet Earth...and despite trying my best to fight back the past especially the days of yore with my schoolmate and first love, Daphne John, I found myself somewhat unable to get completely out and in the end...it resulted in this poem. I hope my present day beloved woman, who is feminine to the core topped by a womanhood that is modest and well-nurtured, understands that I have changed a lot in the last few years and have managed to erase memories of my beautifully innocent and charming, cute and demure, Daphne John. All I would say to my present-day beloved woman is: understand me and rebuke me not for those memories which still happen to "defeat" me -- though not like before...and believe in the love I have for you and will (God willing) always have....and my dearest one, please stand by me when I need you most.

View emmenay's Full Portfolio