Alone, On
The Shore
You were the one
... always,
Who read Payne
or Murakami,
You were the
one, of course,
Who used to
gently remind,
And, said it
again on that day,
Just minutes
before you left,
"Please let
the memories,
Warm you from
the inside,
Promise me, my
darling,
That you will
never ever
Never let them
tear you apart."
Quoting Haruki,
a Kafka on shore,
Even between the
covers of death,
Knowing full
well the last chapter.
That your breath
was its very final,
Yet, knew too
well, O only too well,
That I, in
remains, in ruins - would,
Be numb-dead on
a shore - alone,
In holding back
tears left unvoiced,
In rehashing the
words left unsaid,
In recalling
memories left undone,
In suffering
pangs left unspoken,
In exploring
threads left unwound,
In stirring
coffee in cups mindlessly
In clattering
the crockery purposely,
In consciousness
of silent keening,
For you ... for
you, and just, you.
And, now, as I
stand alone,
On this same old
shore,
You, you and
only you, I miss.
How can I ever
close my eyes,
And not remember
our days?
The tinted
glimpses of old times,
The heated
surrender in passion,
The tiny catch
in your heart beat,
The smell of
your warm breath,
The blankets of
our cold winters,
The thigh lying
across my own,
The lips of my
favourite scribe,
The past tense
in verbs of love,
The simple
grains in your truths,
The rich kernels
in your wheat,
The dancing
light in your eyes,
The
oft-whispered quotes,
The
one-paragraph shares,
The way you just
lit up my life,
With that lovely
way you had,
Of waltzing in
with a smile,
Of sneaking in
with a pun,
Of traipsing in
with a laugh,
Of collapsing in
my kind lap,
Of stroking your
beard gently,
Of looking
directly at my face,
Of imitating the
encores in me,
Of denying the
joke was mine,
Of my being
complete for you,
For you ... for
you ... and, just you.
And, now as I
stand alone,
On this same old
shore,
You, you and
only you, I miss.
Dusty Leaflets
One ...
evening ...
Dim twilight
Seen in a
glance,
Resolution in
sigh,
Defying creased
fold,
are some little
leaflets,
Yellowing at
their edges,
Rudimentary in
their stature.
Found on a
wooden dusty shelf,
Somebody's heart
from yesterday,
Shreds of truth
stained with old tears,
Reading them
made me remember again,
Memories I too
had of having loved and lost.
Stained glass
windows in a church had shone.
On a man I once
knew who had loved me so dearly.
I wondered why
he had gone and chosen not to speak.
But had walked
out and disappeared into the shadows.
There're, I
guess, some answers not found in meadows,
Like asking a
scarecrow lying asleep why it feels weak,
Or questioning
grass blades why they swish clearly,
Confounding is
the unseen; unnoticed by a frond,
Perturbed not
are the winds by any poetic cost,
The stalks mind
their own business in grain,
While a farmer
looks at the sky with fears,
Worrying,
"God, will it rain heavily today?"
Yet, keeping his
thoughts to himself.
Elementary is
his basic nature.
But, will it
ever help hedges,
to write any
crafty leaflets,
denying the
misty scold?
Resignation in
sigh,
is the
perchance,
choosing flight!
Lightning!
Run!
PAULLYN SIDHU
PAULLYN SIDHU is a masterful poet and
the author of 25 books of poetry and prose, which were published from 2017 to
2021. Of her books, two were bilingual (Malay/English) and two, written in
Bahasa Malaysia. This retired Malaysian Punjabi teacher has 19 years’ writing
experience as a former freelance education columnist for two newspapers in
Malaysia: The Star and Daily Express. From 2014 to 2019, and on her
self-sponsored education treks, she travelled solo through 26 countries and
became internationally known as a Good Samaritan who delivered free
motivational talks in schools, colleges and universities. To spread the love
for poetry, she generously donated her books for free to countless libraries
and individuals. Her motto in life is: “Believe, then Achieve!” In “recognition of her tireless dedication to
worthy causes of promotion of peace, humanitarian services and protection of
peoples’ rights”, she was appointed as the Malaysian Ambassador of W.I.P and a
‘World Epitome of Humanity’ International Award Certificate by W.I.P. (World Institute for Peace) in 2016.

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