Springtime Memories
-by Moheindu Amiran Chemjong
The
sonnets of spring devastate the thundering walls of my lonely heart. One more
time in my life, my love for you burns in my psyche and I joust between the
cadence of pleasure and pain, of illusion and reality. The tango of the softer
season has returned to the old courtyard spreading the dabs of camphor and
lemon balm. The sparkling cherry blossoms of spring speak of love and the silky
murmur of the spring time wind touches the tops of cypress trees, reminding me
of the love we once shared, the spring of love, and the divine courtyard where
you courted me in spring. The spring’s golden light dances with the happy
clouds of the beautiful dancing season and fills me again with the concoctions
of our legendary romance. The courtyard has long gone to sleep since you
decided to hide away in the deep gorges where God resides and today with her
imperial touch, looks like a cactus flower full of thorns or like a beautiful
face with no soul, no life, no hope…beauty trapped behind the harem walls. The
innocence of the season has melted away the dusts of the bonfire, the viles of
the heartless yesterdays and the tender hope of spring is emerging from the
corners of the winter traces. Amidst the pagan, my heart and the courtyard
remain like falling bridges, stuck between hope and desperation, feeling the
bitter strains of your absence yet cherishing your love. In the mists of my
missing you, holy flames of passion rise in me but without you, they freeze to
be paths of memories in my mind. In the spring delight, the birds of music try
to remind me of the immortality of our love, they toss a burst of rose petals
on me asking me to cherish memories, to live on the sweet music borne out of
spring and enjoy springtime in your name. The fountain in the courtyard, too is
trying to nurse my burning soul with her pure droplets and the spring sun is
spreading rose-colored lights in the hope of intoxicating my senses with the
sugary nectar of spring. My massacred
heart glistens at the ray of hope. Maybe, tonight the stars will fall like the
rain, maybe these chains of separation will disappear like fogs. Maybe the
springtime moon will help me find you in the shadows of spring! Or maybe,
tonight, you’ll return to our courtyard to tango to the beats of spring with
me! Maybe you will come….
