Just Math

Even Rumi, who could fit the entire
universe inside his poem, was yearning
for the grace of the Beloved. The universe
is not enough. It cannot love us the way
we want love. Its miracles are just math.
What would language do, or poems, if
the poet did not suffer the anguish of
loving a sunset? The sky just is. The poem
reaches out to touch your cheek. The
words wipe your tears. The poet burns
in the orange light until he becomes the
darkness. The Beloved holds back the
wine. Love is only an empty tavern, the
sun has been extinguished and the stars
in the window will be gone by morning.

 

More poems in the “Universe” series on my instagram page: @tp_poetry  Trying to pull them all together – soon.

 

26 thoughts on “Just Math

  1. My goodness this is beautiful!!❤️ I love “The poet burns in the orange light until he becomes the
    darkness.” This poem is a thing of wonder and deserves to be sung!❤️

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  2. Ah, such a rumination over love with this poetic sensibility is very charming. It brings to mind the many lovelorn poems, songs, and stories, that grip the heart like nothing else.
    Loved this bit: “The Beloved holds back the/wine. Love is only an empty tavern…”
    It reminds me of the many Arabic, Persian, and Urdu poets who created their romantic lore around wine and taverns.

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  3. I love this. The poet burns in the orange light…. I often ponder the paradox of beauty and pain and the mix that yearning and beauty bring. I read that Rumi never wrote his words down but his followers/scribes did. An oral poet like the bards of Ireland.

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  4. Magisterially compressed and the dialectic hones unerringly. Getting beyond math takes tables of yearning. I left however feeling a last line was missing, the one that sums up love as that which completes everything it cannot add together. Anyway — such admirable work.

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  5. kaykuala

    Love is only an empty tavern, the
    sun has been extinguished and the stars
    in the window will be gone by morning

    Love in many instances can be just temporary which is true!

    Hank

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  6. I’m enjoying your universe series, Rajani! I like the way this poem starts with Rumi and then moves to the poet universally. These lines are wonderful:
    ‘…The poem
    reaches out to touch your cheek. The
    words wipe your tears…’
    and
    ‘Love is only an empty tavern, the
    sun has been extinguished and the stars
    in the window will be gone by morning.’

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  7. Stunnung poem I love
    “Love is only an empty tavern, the
    sun has been extinguished and the stars
    in the window will be gone by morning.”
    Yes everything is fleeting

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