In the solitude of this night,
my love, in the flicker of the fire.
In the misery that is our circumstance,
there is a gentle romance.
We have but one another,
amongst this, the smoldering ember.
and in this lonesome nadir my heart yearns,
for your mellow whisper.
The softness of your touch,
your resting glance---how it rested,
the world out wide had felt, in that moment,
all yours and all mine.
Your sweet blessed scent,
that had traveled past the seems,
of your tresses; my world has not known
the joy, in forever since.
And the time we curled up,
I had lain over your timid frame,
your world must have seemed, so certain,
but I had felt the same.
In the great span of the stars,
that dot the desert of the night sky,
uncertainties, that haunt our simple minds,
are drawn plain, I'm sure.
The night may yet deepen,
but the darkness will soon surrender,
a new dawn will come arisen, as it must,
and our hearts left tender.
Kartiek Agarwal
UPDATE: I had written this poem because the worry of searching for post-doctoral positions had become too burdensome. After coming close, but not getting a postdoctoral fellowship in many top places, I became extremely dismayed. All this was exacerbated by the fact that when I was traveling around all these places, some at the last minute, I did not have my wife physically present to comfort me. Such is life. But as the poem says, troubled times always wade over. I'm more than excited now to be going to Princeton for my post-doc---and this was anyway my top pick to begin with! :)
my love, in the flicker of the fire.
In the misery that is our circumstance,
there is a gentle romance.
We have but one another,
amongst this, the smoldering ember.
and in this lonesome nadir my heart yearns,
for your mellow whisper.
The softness of your touch,
your resting glance---how it rested,
the world out wide had felt, in that moment,
all yours and all mine.
Your sweet blessed scent,
that had traveled past the seems,
of your tresses; my world has not known
the joy, in forever since.
And the time we curled up,
I had lain over your timid frame,
your world must have seemed, so certain,
but I had felt the same.
In the great span of the stars,
that dot the desert of the night sky,
uncertainties, that haunt our simple minds,
are drawn plain, I'm sure.
The night may yet deepen,
but the darkness will soon surrender,
a new dawn will come arisen, as it must,
and our hearts left tender.
Kartiek Agarwal
UPDATE: I had written this poem because the worry of searching for post-doctoral positions had become too burdensome. After coming close, but not getting a postdoctoral fellowship in many top places, I became extremely dismayed. All this was exacerbated by the fact that when I was traveling around all these places, some at the last minute, I did not have my wife physically present to comfort me. Such is life. But as the poem says, troubled times always wade over. I'm more than excited now to be going to Princeton for my post-doc---and this was anyway my top pick to begin with! :)
