The Curtain - Helen Spalding
9 months ago, I was looking for this desperately... a poem which grabbed some attention in our school days. I guess it was Naheed ma'am who took it for us. And I can't stop admiring the amount of energy she put into teaching
Anyways, back to 9 months ago... I was looking for it... to quench the uneasiness of life. Wished if I could got through it once more, just for that day, and help myself a little bit (I know it sounds crazy... but sh*t happens in life...).
Today, I just happened to find it. Looked for "Laced finders loosen" once again on google. Nope, that didn't work... Landed to a cbse, functional english sample paper that helped me refine the search into "Incredulously the laced fingers" and thanks to Spandan Pandya's blog, here it is -
Incredulously the laced fingers loosen,
Slowly sensation by sensation, from their warm interchange,
And stiffen like frosted flowers in the November garden.
Already division piles emphasis like bullets;
Already the one dark air is separate and strange.
There is no touch now. The wave has broken
That for a moment charged the desolate sea.
There is a word or two left to be spoken
--yet who would hear it? When so swiftly distance
Out measures time, engulfs identity?
Already like the dreamer startled from sleep
And the vivid image lost even in the waking,
There is no taste now for the shrunken sense to keep,
And these, the dreamer’s eyes, are not alive to weep,
And this, the clinic heart, the dreamer’s is not breaking.
Is it so easy then? Goodbye no more then this
Quiet disaster? And is there a cause for sorrow
That in this small white murder of one kiss
Are born two ghosts, two Hamlets, two soliloquies
Two worlds apart, tomorrow?
-by Helen Spalding
Back then, we wondered, how disastrous 'this quiet disaster' would be. We wondered whether it would be two ghosts, or two hamlets born... would they ever meet again. I wonder no longer :) for life has shown me it isn't a disaster after all. Though, ghosts and Hamlets never came up, but two soliloquies were surely born. Both became FREE, the only problem is that the blogger realized this after 9 months. The other soliloquy hardly comes to his mind nowadays. What comes up in mind is - "Thank you! for setting me free, back to my original, purposeful self". With your help I could've never gone out of those days of impractical daydreams and ignorance. What I learnt from you is that we're individuals first, other things aren't as important as the self. Thanks !