The Sunday Poem: Gaurav Rajen... First Love: Memories (1972; 2010)

These worlds that Gaurav Rajen visits and revisits--it's not just India and America, it's the humbling passage of time itself that haunts him in such a beautiful way. Well, it haunts us all.

Gaurav Rajen is an engineer with a doctorate working on greenhouse gas reductions and other environmental problems. He lives in the NE Heights where he continues work on his first novel.

First Love: Memories (1972; 2010)

I will wait for you
On the fields
Of yesterday
Picking flowers
For your hair
But the white star-flowers
Crumble to darkness
When I pick them
Yet will I wait
With my empty hands
For you
Only for you
On the fields
Of yesterday

* * *

Now so many years later
Living in this magical city
Of stars
Spilled from Coyote's bag
I wonder where
You are
Happily married... I hope so

Matronly… yet utterly beautiful
As we all are
I have no doubt

Your ancestors came from Sind
One of our ancient cradles
Of civilization
The Indus Valley
So we could meet in Mumbai
After school, steal kisses
In an alley
Hiding from your maid and
Liveried chauffeur
I was just a poor boy
Compared to you
Rank with decaying nobility
And dreams of grandeur

From a place far away
A long time away
As I speak now
Of these events
They flow
One into the other
Paints on an artist’s palette
Colors emerge
Dark purples and blues
The Arabian Sea at night
Off Nariman Point
Strident reds and blacks
Of workers’ flags
On a May Day parade

I lean back...
Words whirling
Settle slowly
Dust motes
In languid sunlight
Entering a dark room

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Comment by Margaret Randall on October 31, 2010 at 8:19am
I love this new poem by Guarav, continuing to help us see that everywhere is home and we can glimpse our own home in other cultures if they are evoked powerfully enough to convey their true spirit. Thanks again for a great beginning to Sunday morning!
Comment by cathyray on October 31, 2010 at 10:43am
sigh . . . . I remember, too
Comment by Barelas Babe on October 31, 2010 at 10:18pm
Margaret Randall puts this so well. Gaurav, I felt as though I was in India as I read your words; the boy and girl from different worlds so far away and yet not so far away. Such a warm remembrance.
Comment by Dee Cohen on November 1, 2010 at 5:24pm
Thank you for this poem. Margaret captured its essence with her comments.
I love how the cultures blur as well as the time periods. Events from a long time ago remain alive and flowing through poet's voice. Dee
Comment by Georgia Santa-Maria on November 21, 2010 at 3:52pm
So beautiful and elegant--thank you.


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