Fading Away
she disintegrates into nothingness,
her existence in wisping into dust
she lingers,asking for a capture
or release
the wind blows,
she is carried awaysoon fading away to nothing...
Lambs for Slaughter
Death loomed over them
like the pale fog of winter morning.
Their impulses knew
this air of foreboding.
Their blood curdling screams
extinguished with resigned acceptance of their fate
their fear,agony and pain buried within their silence.
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I lay curled in my bed
like a vulnerable foetus
struggling for warmth
against the bitter cold
hoping that the hand of the savior
would reach out
as my shivering,pale hands
would accept it
Truth and Lies
The truth prickles the senses,
like stinging cold of ice water..
And the lies spin a cocoon of comfort
What do I prefer?
The lies or the truth?
Do I prefer being taunted by the web of lies
or the sharp relief of the truth?
Do I prefer blissful ignorance
or painful realisation?
Do I prefer being bound by lies
or freed by truth..?
I may never know
whether I am happier..
with the truth or the lies..
Raindrops and Tears
Its raining.
Can you tell the difference between the raindrops and my tears?
Is rain a form of deep sorrow....
of a heart broken above?
The flood of tears it sheds
awash with pain,and love
that is not returned
Or just an expression of love,
after a long drought of faith?
a relief for the earth,
that waited so long ,parched,and dry.
I wish I could tell,
the difference between raindrops and my tears.
Broken Clay Doll
The beautiful doll of clay
lay on the floor,broken and uncared for,
with remnants of its former beauty
present in broken clay shards.
I tried to piece them together,
the shards don't cooperate
they graze my hand
and my hands bleed
as the shards fall flat again.
Darkness
Alluring,mysterious darkness,
it holds me enraptured
its presence is formless and elusive that it is felt
but cannot be captured
It does not paint the world in bright colours nor lend it any beauty
It pictures it plain and artless, like the truth that is bitter and painful
It leaves a sense of ambiguity,it does not reveal more than it has been asked
it beckons me,it keeps me at a distance
it touches me,but it does not envelop me
It puzzles me.
But when the lights are on,it is the intoxicating presence of the darkness
I miss.
I want to post a couple of interpretations I liked..
ReplyDeletePratz bhaiya on Darkness:and so true..!
simple yet true..!
its like running away...hiding from life....
its so monotonous....
so boring...atleast it should be..!
but....
it secures u in its presence.!
embraces u in its warmth..
a warmth so cold...
yet we all long for it dont we..!
its gud to know... that ppl do understand wat darkness is
hugs for all..!
Azu chan on darkness:FABULOUS work girl...I love it...this whole love affair w/ darkness >:D<
it was more of love affair with darkness :D
Fading Away
ReplyDeleteAzu chan: nothingness...a state of tranquility....and despair
Lambs for Slaughter
Riju chan :wittle ashu, i think ur post best describes what Clarice Starling felt in the movie in the farm that she lived in... the frightening silence of death... no wonder she was afraid...
and guess what, i wasn't scared of ur poem... yay!! ^_^
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Lee san:I was talking about the other self only....the one who pulls you up but maroons you to oblivion as a price charged and takes over.The stronger self erasing off the weaker one.Duality slowly giving way to individuality,unconsciously.Would you miss your other side....
Truth and Lies
ReplyDeleteAmrutha chan:you shud see 'the Shawshank redemption'
"Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free"
one of the best taglines ever.
Raindrops and Tears
Lee san:"Dont try to read too much into it,ppl :P"
Well even though you say that....
lot of perceptions started cropping up like animated pixels on a screen. Its totally wondrous.
Pratz bhaiya: So easy to hide tears in rain..
Broken Clay Doll
ReplyDeleteI loved Lee san's comment in this.Its a gift to any writer..
Lee san: anyways,there is a general convention that since dolls are human lookalikes they are supposed to house the human emotions just like the human body acts as the vessel of the spirit. Numerous stories and folklores have been weaved based on this superstitious belief. In any case,I loved the poem.
My perception:-
Its pointless trying to refurbish dented and duped emotions. They have been obliterated by intrusions and hostile forces just like the carcinogenic cells get fulgurated by an electric zap.
If one tries to resuscitate them to the former state,they in a way surprising,revolt and render us unable to do so. If we try to fix the wounded emotions they wound us in return. Its as useless as giving false hopes to a patient suffering from AIDS. These emotions just need observance and acknowledgment of their existence irrespective of the lapse of time.....nothing more,nothing less. They are better off left alone to regenerate on their own over time.
^_^
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