you are NOT me
you said. rightly so.
I assumed it all
looking in the mirrored image
inverted it is, I forgot.
the end is so numbing
I don't feel pain anymore
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Thursday, March 18, 2010
now close, now open

my magenta bed cover
mocks me. my turquoise
night wear clashes with that.
I fumble on the mattress
and let mists of sleep
block me out
nightly shadows
cast furtive glances
on the mirror
when morning sounds wake me up
the sun looks down on me
fern on my window too mocks me
magenta turns to maroon gold
I stare at it unseeingly.
misty tears trickle
fast and furious.
I am stuck with my closed plans
how do I open them now?
Labels:
3WW,
love poetry,
pain,
read write poem
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
where did you hide my parachute?
when you threw me from the sky
you didn't even allow me a parachute
but I landed on moss
which cushioned my body
but a sharp piece of glass pierced me
that shard underneath my skin
dissociated pain from my weary mind
when I removed that glass
my sluggish pulse raced ahead
I only see the blood dripping
I wipe it with a rag
also brush away the debris
in the midst of it all
I search for my heart
to put it back in the place
only a hole is left there,
where there used to be my heart
absentmindedly
I admire the neatness of it
thinking, you made it or I?
you didn't even allow me a parachute
but I landed on moss
which cushioned my body
but a sharp piece of glass pierced me
that shard underneath my skin
dissociated pain from my weary mind
when I removed that glass
my sluggish pulse raced ahead
I only see the blood dripping
I wipe it with a rag
also brush away the debris
in the midst of it all
I search for my heart
to put it back in the place
only a hole is left there,
where there used to be my heart
absentmindedly
I admire the neatness of it
thinking, you made it or I?
Labels:
3WW,
free verse,
love poetry,
pain
Saturday, March 13, 2010
a curse or a plea
wherever you move
going this way
or that
the murmur of my sorrow
will haunt you
in your mirror
you will see only me
my smiling facade
turned into its own shadow
will haunt you
I was never there
I will never be there
yet I held a place for a while
in your mind, which
will haunt you
consider it a curse,
or a plea,
I will continue to haunt you
going this way
or that
the murmur of my sorrow
will haunt you
in your mirror
you will see only me
my smiling facade
turned into its own shadow
will haunt you
I was never there
I will never be there
yet I held a place for a while
in your mind, which
will haunt you
consider it a curse,
or a plea,
I will continue to haunt you
Labels:
free verse,
love poetry,
One Single Impression,
pain
Thursday, March 11, 2010
my arms around myself won't let me down
I hug myself
shutting everything out-
the pain is massive
tearing into my guts-
my arms around myself
hold me tight
so as to I don't fall apart.
I squeeze my eyes tight,
tearless I stay
why did I ever think
I could hold on to something
which was never mine in the first place?
that ache will be there a long time
yet I will stand upright
as my arms won't let me down
Labels:
free verse,
love poetry,
pain,
read write poem
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