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let me reach out
and touch upon a word
a word that lets you share
that which i feel
and fail to tell
how it scars the soul
every shudder that trembles as those memorable wounds are touched upon once more....
why should you not know how it feels
to hear the morning dew whisper
to feel the pulses of loving words
to see the heavenly sound of melodies
bitter tears shared have a sweetness of their own
and however love may be praised it too grows jealous
of not being felt the same by all
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i have been found out
blatantly pathetic there i stand too defeated to even try to remember how upright i stood
how every one of your innocent encouragements were in vain
nothing was to match my ego
its revel in all its blindness
the extent of your pity stings me, needles me,
how raw wound suffers in acid as syrup however sweet is poured
how cruel that this pain is not rescuingly fatal
it stays so that i must endure your forced praise
every bit of expectation and attention
that which let me gloat
and simper in all the smugness
now causes to wrench slowly the very heart that burst with pride
your eyes too deep they are
they see too much in me
i cannot stand how they enter and see yet fail to acknowledge
but acknowledged it stays within the very wavering of your glance
the very silence that falls when you ask and i stay soundless
soundless so that you may hear the screams of humiliation that rack me within
as you continue to wipe away tears that i cannot touch
let its vain salt burn the very face that is unable to utter truth
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guilt is a serpent which slithers
holding appled innocence in its fangs
as it moves deeper into the world
so does its venom into fruity flesh
but ahhh how deception works to only
make this fruit more jubliant to the fazed eye
it is only after the gift already greedily enjoyed
that the slider's trick and treat embitters
slowly it taints beating heart so that it beats for oneself
forgetting it beats for every and all
silently it ladens the tongue with little lies wrapped up in white
forgets the tool its purpose to converse not curse
sickens the mind as it turns it against all
yet...yet it is only itself that has been intellectually infected
suffers the whole and cause it to accuse all but itself
and soul now knowing but under spell slickens its surroundings
so that snake may spy and spread silently still more
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Q: Are you/have you majored in English Literature??
Your poems rock!!! :clap: :clap: :thumbsup:
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what use do you serve
nothing that is done by you
is as it is felt
why then do i remain your slave
struggle with the little you have given me
to tell others of your inepitude
as they despair at my attempts with safe silence
i become ever more frantic to describe
what happens when i try to feel through things that have a life of their own
yet remain silent as all the others
what use do you serve
to torture a slave that knows nothing
but to serve....
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is love the enjoyment of the moment hoping that it never ends?
it is the yearning for a moment that will never come
is love saying i love you and meaning it?
it is saying i love you silently masking its meaning from fear of being heard
is love knowing you should say i love you more often?
it is not being able to say it at all
is love remembering the sweet times spent together?
it is living in the minute moments that takes a bit of you each time
is love feeling hatred at only the moment of anger?
it is living in hatred of not being loved
is love leaving your loved one in tears?
it is leaving without ever telling them they are loved
is love the way you make sure to be beside your lover at all times?
it is the pain of staying beside and yet so far away in relisation
is love the giving up for the sake of peace?
it is the giving up of love for the everyone's sake but yours
is love wanting to touch and wanting to be touched?
it is when the touch of breath upon words for you is enough
is love wanting to be together always?
it is hoping to be together but knowing it is never
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there she stands
straight-backed and silent
staring yet mindful to be modest
weary from work yet satisfied at accomplishment
looking quite grim and serious
knowing smiles are rare but not proper to flaunt
starched and simply elegant white saree pleated just so
knowing that no one but herself would criticize harshly wearing anything else
jewellery lightly worn after much persuasion
knowing fully the pride and gratefulness of being cajoled
eyes seem weakened yet focussed
trying hard to hold all the wiseness and love that glints within her eyes
there she stands
in my mind's eye
no photograph to be held
but memory to create
from sheer admiration and respect
hoping that she too knows this
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Q........keep going! Love all your scribbles..... :thumbsup: U really have the talent!!!
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awww thanx NM hon.... :D
"Fleeting Flirtation"
there is an art:
which each of us create
anew each encounter,
whatever day.
...safely exhilarating...
...securely coy...
...furtive, fleeting, taboo...
though willingly inate.
silent observers swear by it:
the glance, the presence, the immense haughtiness.
innocent...yet charged with minute passion.
a glance met...
as a mask slides upon each players' face:
a mute drama begins.
simple scintillation that will not end in disgrace.
around each involvee there a force field is set:
actions of the other magnified,
leaving all else oblivious.
engaged in this duel of strangers two,
interest is feigned upon all else but the other,
so daringly they counter each others' broach of space.
the untouched brush:
so close, so close...
to reach out and trace a finger upon....
yet moment by moment intimacy,
cannot purely connect them.
so there one and one,
stay each unknown:
to continue their glance
to continue their silent dance
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
endless melodies melt into me...leave your trace...i beg of you...leave an embrace
soul leave me without myself
bliss lift me into clouds as tears trickle me down me
do my eyes sparkle as within?
breath flows to breathe words that will never be heard
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
it pains as it pains as it pains as it....
don't say it...notaword..not...a....
i know you felt it as i
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm