MY LOVE ROBBED MY CASTLE OF SOLITUDE

I wrote it for a contest, remembering words of a renowned female writer in malayalam

                        MY LOVE ROBBED MY CASTLE OF SOLITUDE

                      Mine was an arranged marriage. Before my marriage solitude was my castle, where I was the king. I never thought that a man would come to rob me off my kingdom. But, I hadn’t the courage to oust him when I thought of sweetness of his kisses on my lips and his embracing hands around me. I was not aware of the magnitude of loss lenience of my psyche regarding his slow, soothing, loving and charming trespass into my kingdom was going to incur upon me.  

                After marriage, whenever I sat at my writing table it took me many hours to write a poem. My powers of attention found it difficult to collect itself in his loving, assuring, omniscience in my life after marriage. I could feel my creative energy flowing down. In each night I discovered my self in his arms at the cost of my creative energy. I was inundating with stories and poems. But somewhere on my way I lost that skill of pouring it out.

                         Now I understood how true Sigmund Freud was, while stating that the same libido works behind both sex and creative writing. The walls of my castle have begun crushing down one by one. And it collapsed totally with the arrival of my first baby.

                  If you ask me weather I am happy now, I will say “Yes I am happy with my husband and my child, we share and care for each other” but in some remote corner of my mind a pain throbs for my lost castle of solitude. Will I get it back once again in this life before my death?

          To gain one thing is to lose other.

 

Author's Note

I wrote it for a contest, remembering words of a renowned female writer in malayalam

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

A powerful write.. It's truly a mystery to me that in this day and age,
some culture's still have arranged marriages...To me it's a violation of
personal choice..To be stripped of ones choice to love who they want.
In my opinion you must know the individual that you spend the rest of
your life with. Example; You wouldn't buy a car just because somebody
says this is the right car for you, You would get in and ask for a test drive.

[The Analog Kid]

Love is a sacrifice....but is there love? The emancipation theme also reminds me of "The Story of an Hour," by Kate Chopin.

[RDOriginal]

This is an interesting view on a relationship. Although it's clearly saying that marriage has robbed the narrator of her creative powers it's also pointing out the positive aspects of love.

For once the term 'arranged marriage' isn't immediately attacked with negative imagery. There is clearly love here from 'the sweetness of his kisses' to 'his slow, soothing, loving'. This sounds anything but awkward or forced.

The relationship you've struck between sex and creativity is an interesting one and not something I'd thought about before. Maybe poets need loneliness and pain in their lives to be creative? Perhaps it's that rather than the love of another that gives them the spirit to write.

I enjoyed reading this as it has a rather unique point of view and contains good imagery and metaphors.

[Holly O'Brien]

at first when the speaker said they were the king...I figured it was a male so I was thinking it was two men at first lol...However, after reading the entire poem I could clearly understand the message behind it. Sometimes life is like that....and maybe love is sacrifice...

[Dinesh Sairam]

The castle actually implies your imaginations (Power to poetry), right? Or I understood it that way. Yes, I'm sure you'd have won the price. It's the shortest story I'm yet to come across, and it's awesome. Keep writing.

[Tea And A Cheshire Smil..]

I thought this piece was fairly enjoyable to read and I loved the logical thinking behind your words.
Over all, I enjoyed reading this and I love how you wrote it.

[Huggy Bear]

Great piece you have here:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Always wisdom in your words. When the mind and heart is young. We desire great things and dreams. I lost my ability to write for many years with my wife and child coming. Life simple problems can blind us from old thoughts and desires. I like the logic in your words. Last line is the truth. "To gain one thing is to lose other."
Coyote