Eons that I chased for a pie in sky, <br />You not but said, no or I, hum or ho, <br />Me always wondering what, what if, why, <br />As you resolved were to remain just so, <br />I felt we aught go yon of this no go, <br />And would much rather an affirming I, <br />Or cut-and-dried, honest and bare nude no <br />To my e’er firm: I love ye, else I die; <br />Or if ye so believe, like song of love, <br />Wherein the tongue nor lips need ever move— <br />Always be-known well to two heaving hearts, <br />Say no more, silent are shot Cupid’s darts; <br />For, silent lips of loving souls scarce lie, <br />As do monotones of mere no and I. <br />__________________________________________________ <br />This sonnet expresses the feelings of a rather <br />exasperated lover who no more but gets monosyllabic <br />‘No’ and ‘I’ in reply to his endless confessions <br />of love. But the true lover that he is, relents <br />and reconciles to the inevitable, and there comes <br />the sonnet’s Volta. In consonance with his lady <br />love’s monosyllabic vague answers, the piece too <br />uses only a few rhymes: Three for the octave: <br />abab/baba, and two more—ccdd/aa— for the sestet. <br />The real Volta happens in the concluding couplet, <br />where in utter relief the lover feels ready to <br />even embrace silent lips all together. <br />__________________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 09.11.08 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silent-lips-of-love-scarce-lie/
