The Darklings

Thursday, May 13, 2010



Angry, the wind howled
I chose the frosty moonbeam, over
the raging fire, blessed by hell
my own twin flame

Banished in death,
I wandered the weathered land
Chained, cursed by your love
as dark as my sinful soul

My heart denounced me
tormented, by your betrayed eyes
Guilt ruled by the day,
reigned, mauled me by the night

Lonely, I treaded the moor
paralysed with the avenging ice
Devil didn’t claim me, my love
He knew without me, you can’t die

So here I am, watching you wither
with the pain that I gifted
Your dark eyes burn with passion
made sweet by maddening hatred

I stand by the heath
tired, soaked, shivering
near your window,
out in the blinding rain

I came home to you, torn
by the merciless wind.
Hold me in your arms forever,
Please let me in.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

© 2008 by Chhaya. All rights reserved

PS: Those who have read the "Wuthering Heights" will know that this poem is a dedication to Heathcliff and Catherine. For me, they define the word "Soul-mate".

I am re-posting this poem as most of my current readers have not read it... its always kind of embarrassing to read something you wrote years ago... but its one of my favourite.. so here goes :)

43 comments:

♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ ayu ♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ May 13, 2010 at 1:36 PM  

aww..it was deep and the emotions were intense..i can feel the darkness in it..very good poem :P

(p.s. check out my latest post if you have time,,.thanks :3)

WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF POETRY: May 13, 2010 at 2:23 PM  

I have seen Wuthering Heights many years ago, really good film,
Loved the poem and post.

Have a good day.
Yvonne.

D.Dasgupta May 13, 2010 at 2:28 PM  

Even without your note at the end I knew this was back to Wuthering Heights. Amongst the ones you have written so far on the subject, this comes the closest I think. I didn't miss your choice of words too. 'Heath', 'near your window', 'moor' etc. It is bleak, it is without hope, each one of your intended effects are achieved. It is painful, but won't you ever come out of this pain filled cocoon? Sometimes at least, one sees rainbows in the horizon. No?

Brian Miller May 13, 2010 at 4:28 PM  

nice. i do like it...i dont find anything to be embarassed about...

Vicki Lane May 13, 2010 at 5:00 PM  

Oh, yes, even though I'm fairly new to this blog and hadn't seen any previous posts about WH -- I had a real feeling that's where we were. Such a sad and hopeless story.

Brosreview May 14, 2010 at 2:41 AM  

A classic summarized in a classic style.

willow May 14, 2010 at 8:27 AM  

As I was reading I kept thinking "wow, this is so Wuthering Heights" then I read your PS! Have you seen the movie version with Ralph Fiennes and Juliette Binoche? I love her soliloquy at the window, as she's looking out across the moor. Brilliant.

Vittaldas Prabhu May 14, 2010 at 10:51 AM  

Hey Chhaya,

"He knew without me, you can't die" - for me showed completely darkness of the souls, sort of a paradoxical situation, in direct violation of the wedding vow "until death do us apart". This line hit me hard, real hard. The entire stanza that included this line was the summary of the entire story depicted here.

It is sad. Very sad. Here are two souls that were in love, and even now they are in love, the difference being that this love is fueled by inexplicable hatred, by nonacceptance of the natural truth. It talks about the souls that were never able to accept the fact that only in death can they be separated. I am deeply moved and touched by this poem. A truly heart-rending scene depicted by a truly talented poet.

Have a nice day.

chiccoreal May 14, 2010 at 7:06 PM  

Dear Chhaya: Amazing poem of unrequitted love, gothic, burning with passionate angst. Much talent here as you envelope the epic novel Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. You have reignited my craving for the poems of the three Bronte sisters and their mileu. Hoping to immerse myself presently in these twisted dank and fetid yet wholly alive with heart-throbs tales. I am getting a chill, achoo! Oh no I caught something! The Bronte bug!

AJai May 15, 2010 at 8:35 AM  

I was wondering where that nostalgic feeling was coming from when I read the poem- Then you mention Wuthering Heights in the footnote.
Nice stuff.

But don't you think you ended rather abruptly? Or is it intentional. You do get the feeling that there's more left. And maybe that's a good thing. :)

Sorcerer May 15, 2010 at 2:20 PM  

Hey
Back after a long time..Gotta catch up with so many unread posts.

This one I liked..
:)

cKrAzYy..! ;) May 15, 2010 at 5:00 PM  

chaska chaska.... jabbardast.....

Short Poems May 16, 2010 at 2:36 AM  

You've expressed this so so beautifully, delightful read :)

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The Silhouette May 16, 2010 at 12:32 PM  

honestly, i dont know what i said reading it the first time....(actually i guess i can figure out what i said)

i have read all your poems atleast a hundred times, so reading it one more time is....still beautiful.

Wuthering Heights, i read it. i bought the book.

Reading these lines made me relive reading the novel itself....no one could have done better justice to Cathy and Heath than you....

I luvd it this tym....honest. i donno why, but something touched a chord deep inside....
:)

tc...

Regards,
the silhouette...

buckingfastard May 16, 2010 at 1:35 PM  

so here i am, watching you wither
with the pain i gifted!!

luvd dese lines...luvd the darkness and mysticism of the work!!

Chhaya May 17, 2010 at 11:32 AM  

@Ayu : I m not sure if you really got this poem at all... this is not something that is supposed to get u going awwww ... the poem is more about passion and less about dark themes. I named it Darklings bcz the two characters in question are considered to be flawed people. people who let their passion rule over their lives and destroy a lot in the process :)

Chhaya May 17, 2010 at 11:34 AM  


@Yvonne : I m almost addicted to the book but never really cared for the movies based on it. The one with Ralph Fiennes as Heathcliff is the one I found the closest to the text.

I am so glad u liked it... :)
do try to read the book if you can... ii m sure u will love it

Chhaya May 17, 2010 at 11:37 AM  


@Deep da : :) ... dont worry. I have just re-posted this one. I wrote it wy back in 2008! so no, not addicted to pain any more ...
using those words (moor, heath etc) was deliberate. I wanted to be as honest as I could (to the book)..
its always so so nice to hear from you!

Chhaya May 17, 2010 at 11:44 AM  


@Vici : thank u for dropping by :)
many ppl say the WH is a sad story.. but I find it full of passion and love. sadness comes when u let time and situations get you down. Neither Cathy, not Heathcliff were made that way :)

Chhaya May 17, 2010 at 11:45 AM  


@Brosreview : thank u :)

Chhaya May 17, 2010 at 11:49 AM  


@Willow : u made my day. really! that is exactly what I tried to capture here. a snapshot from he story.. and if you guessed the origin before reading the PS, then my efforts bore fruit :)

Chhaya May 17, 2010 at 11:53 AM  


@Vittal : that’s an awesome review of the poem. I know u have not read the book and still you could get into the soul of this poem. Heathcliff had cursed Catherine to haunt him forever... it might be considered an awful act, but then the two didn’t actually care about anything other than being together. For Heathcliff, Catherine was the whole world. and he could not even escape life without her.

the tragedy was, after years of her death, the ghost of Catherine finally made it back to Wuthering Heights and knocked on one of the windows in a stormy night – and Heathcliff was not in that room.

I have tried to capture that particular moment when the soul of Catherine came back to Heathcliff after haunting and wandering across the moor for years..

it broke my heart while reading the book...

Chhaya May 17, 2010 at 1:19 PM  


@Chicoreal : Oh wow! its just amazing to come across a blogger who is fascinated by those novels. There is no bug like the Bronte bug ;)

vidya May 17, 2010 at 8:12 PM  

Powerful lines there, Chhaya..I haven't read WH either, but your poem surely motivates me to read it. Sorry for the late comment, Ive been traveling a lot lately.

Pete May 18, 2010 at 6:08 AM  

Hi Chhaya

With the passionate, raw feelings in the first stanzas I had visions of a lonely wolf, werewolf or Hound of the Baskervilles on the moor. This made the yearning for home, warmth and love in the final two stanzas all the more pointed.

Pete

swapnanjali May 18, 2010 at 4:24 PM  

too good.....

those last line ..hold me in your arm.....is superb.....

Chhaya May 18, 2010 at 6:16 PM  


@AJai : not at all. remember, this is how it had ended between Haethcliff and Catherine? the one night when her soul returned, Heathcliff was not there to let her in ...
I have captured that returning home of Catherine here. so it could not go any further. :)

Chhaya May 18, 2010 at 6:22 PM  


@Sorcy : welcome back :)

Chhaya May 18, 2010 at 6:22 PM  


@Crazy : if u say so.

Chhaya May 18, 2010 at 6:23 PM  


@Short Poems : I am glad u liked it :)

Chhaya May 18, 2010 at 6:26 PM  


@The silhouette : I knew u wud like it :)

and I m really glad I cud make u read the novel.

Paul C May 19, 2010 at 6:18 PM  

I like the atmospheric dimensions of the poem which heighten the emotional impact.

blueapple May 20, 2010 at 2:42 AM  

hi, i loved this poem,i liked the last lines,beautiful.wuthering heights is one of my favourites:) bronte' simply makes you feel the atmosphere!

Oxymoron May 20, 2010 at 4:09 PM  

hey...
it's been a while since i read any of your stuff....great work as usual..i loved the intensity of the poem....

i tried reading wuthering heights....turns out sad love stories are not my thing....and thanx for including me into friends park...well....and i will start blogging soon...

Paul C May 21, 2010 at 4:34 AM  

A powerful poem about yearning for light and completion.

IdleMind May 25, 2010 at 10:39 PM  

You keep coming back with the spirit of 'Wuthering Heights'. But every time you come back, the pain appears so clinically correct! At times, I envy your sense of poetry ... really!!

Quackster June 2, 2010 at 6:04 AM  

This is definitely an intense poem bored from deep within. I very much like it! The last line, a plea of sorts, completes the poem masterfully.

cKrAzYy..! ;) June 10, 2010 at 6:56 PM  

hihahaha. uff... sory..
hahah hehehe hohoh...
jab koi busy hota hai to
meko na disturb karne me bahot majja aata hai :P

kashhhh kaaaaashhhhh meri is comment ne aapko thoda disturb kiya ho, mera attempt successfull ho jayega :P

Nikita June 18, 2010 at 2:11 PM  

voww....its lovely poem..i have read wuthering heights..infact one of my favourites..

Netha Hussain June 21, 2010 at 6:27 PM  

My first time here.Happy that I discovered this place.
Loved the poem.I think a beginner like me has to learn a lot from poets like you.
Will come back to read more of your works..
happy blogging.

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