To The Philandering Lover

I wrote this poem in 1984, 16 years old. It contrasts the heat of desire and passion with the coldness of denial. The philandering lover will ultimately return – the lost soul will find its true home. Karma will triumph in the end. Compare this poem to Denial, also written in 1984, with its similar theme.

I desire

And am denied

I wither silently

And you move farther away

Into the shadows

Of the past

Those dark gulleys of painful memories.

You escape me

And I cannot pursue

I cannot force you –

You know this so well.

Yet, in denying me

You deny yourself –

The escape is a fruitless one

You cast me aside

And shun your own soul.

You know I’ll wait

O Philandering Lover

Lost Soul

You know I’ll wait

Patiently for you to awake

And in the knowledge

Of my strength

I blossom into a living creature.

Not even your coldness

Can supress my fires –

Or sculpt me into

Sparkling ice.

Oh, no –

The warmth of my flames

Still reaches your frozen soul

You respond

Most reluctantly –

Only to withdraw again.

When the nightmare

Of ignorance

And denial is over

You will come back to me.

You will return

To the passionate in me

To the beauty of my soul

And to that spellbinding quality –

Happiness.

Vanita Shukla Hork, 1984

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