The Coincidence Trilogy of Pastiches
( Cento- Pastiche )
If I but thought that my response were made
To one perhaps returning to the world,
This tongue of flame would cease to flicker
But to you, Eternal Wanderer, let me confess
This : Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Recalling things that others have desired—
Are these ideas right or wrong?
For indeed it is the rarest coincidence
In a life composed so much of odds and ends,
To find a friend who has, and gives
Those qualities upon which friendship lives.
Now that is at least one definite false note
Though I am prepared for all the things to be said,
Or left unsaid
I for one would never ever essay
What I have heard hysterical people say
“ If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.”
Never, from one end of the year to the other
When by the whiteboard houses lilacs are in bloom
When broken violins play in afternoons
And bowls of peaches lie on polished tables
And the midwinter Spring
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown
With snow like cherry blossom on dark boughs
And the coincidence of not a single leaf
But skies of cloudless blue and brilliant sunshine
Doomed to melt
That comes in roaring
Much as a raving autumn shears
Blossom from the summer's wreath;
Beauty is condemned to death.
For loyalty is very nice
But I’m not made for sacrifice.
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations it cannot see
I’m older now, have many a recourse,
But I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea.
Dear shadows, now you know it all,
All the folly of a fight
With a common wrong or right.
The innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but time
( Coalescing Elioit Yeats
Auden to create this rhyme
All over a cup of tea
Pastiche or Tapestry
Or plain Patchwork, like a quilt
Free of worry, free of guilt )
For it is the thought that counts
And that by coincidence
Suits my purpose and recounts
What for me takes precedence
Self love alone gives me strength
To hold off chaos at arm’s length
About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters.
( Allusion - Pastiche )
Is it , then, just a coincidence thing :
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring?
To have a bowl of lilacs in the room,
The smell of hyacinths coming into bloom :
Does it mean to you what it means to me
To be sitting with you and drinking tea ?
No, no, my friend, you do not know
What life is , you who let it flow —
For you are still young, and spreading your wings:
You still have to learn a great many things.
And yet— was I wrong when I thought you and I
Could have become better friends by and by ?
Our love for Chopin, your summer residence
This year in the North, was it coincidence ?
She says this, and I listen, and I leave:
Is that Polonius plucking at my sleeve?
( Imitation : Pastiche )
I shall arise and go now, and go where I feel free,
A place for happy coincidence made,
A place to experience serendipity,
Where I once lived and worked and daily prayed.
I know I shall have peace there, for peace comes sweet and slow,
Dripping like honey from the thought- bees’ wings,
Lending to mind’s landscape a golden glow,
While in contentment softly the soul sings.
I shall arise and go now, journey one night one day,
And arrive home upon the Satluj shore,
Whose waves I always hear lapping away,
Within my being, and stay there evermore.
Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia is one of the various pen names used by Punjab-born, Patna-based retired Indian bureaucrat Amita Paul , for her original writings in different genres, in English, Urdu, Hindi and Punjabi, featured in various anthologies, journals, and online poetry writing forums. She was awarded the NISSIM International Poetry Award for 2019 for her contribution to English Poetry, and the Reuel International Prize for 2020 for Non-Fiction for her Experimental Prose plus Multi-Media Anthology, ‘The Saaqi Chronicles’. Destiny Poets, an International Community of Poets based out of Wakefield, in West Yorkshire, UK declared her Poet of the Year 2020, and also Critic of the Year 2020, and further chose one of her poems as a Highly Commended Poem for the Year 2020 on their website. The same three distinctions were conferred upon her for the second time consecutively in the Year 2021, an unprecedented coincidence. Her poetry is regularly featured in the e-magazine GloMag and it’s biannual anthologies published from Chennai in India, while her prose work in Hindi has found pride of place in Doaba, a prestigious literary journal published from Patna, Bihar, India.
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