Something I wrote during my college days... I remembered this poem(?) today when a friend narrated an anecdote about Socrates teaching someone the difference between love and marriage...
Hope springs eternal...
Crush of college still fresh in mind,
I thought "God! it's her" when I saw my wife.
She resembled her... slightly.
Her "Ideal man" she thought when she saw me.
I resembeled her first love... slightly.
We married. We were happy.
The novelty wore off. The comparisons began.
She was an angel, a Godess...
He was so sensitive, romantic, caring...
Arguments...
The question in the end always -
"how could I've been so stupid?"
We are in total agreement.
Only on that one point.
The show goes on.
We are man and wife for the world.
Between us - we are anything but that.
We go on... seeking endlessly...
those mythical, magical, perfections
of our lost first loves.
Hope springs eternal...
Crush of college still fresh in mind,
I thought "God! it's her" when I saw my wife.
She resembled her... slightly.
Her "Ideal man" she thought when she saw me.
I resembeled her first love... slightly.
We married. We were happy.
The novelty wore off. The comparisons began.
She was an angel, a Godess...
He was so sensitive, romantic, caring...
Arguments...
The question in the end always -
"how could I've been so stupid?"
We are in total agreement.
Only on that one point.
The show goes on.
We are man and wife for the world.
Between us - we are anything but that.
We go on... seeking endlessly...
those mythical, magical, perfections
of our lost first loves.
2 comments:
Achu,
Sulekha days are still very very green in my memory... and the most vivid ones are of course of ur blogs :)
loved reading them.. as always..
Usha
A bit amusing, a bit real.
Overall, a good poem!
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