A vividly truthful portrayal of bitter revelations and wishful thinking for ignorance that is bliss! It happens in life!!! :sigh2:
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A vividly truthful portrayal of bitter revelations and wishful thinking for ignorance that is bliss! It happens in life!!! :sigh2:
There they stand
re-burying their own.
How it does manage
to crawl out?
Continuing to wretchedly dwell?
It knows no more than they.
Every time:
More torn
More forlorn
More mindful
More experienced
of the cesspool brimming Abyss.
But there is no use...
For it wanders along forgetting
what has passed
Loping towards the Now and Soon.
Until yet again it is reminded
of the bitter taste of Dirt
once again flung away by its
own Creators
Who will it to stay Broken.
the Unquiet settles greasily
upon the insidious nettle
it has brought forth.
Too painful to touch.
Too obtrusive to ignore.
It shakes its Swollen head
at Denial's Guilty Slip.
What has been unleashed
must be set Free.
The Sacrificed must suffer
Not only the Crime
but as well
the
Shameful
Rumours
that follow
Awaiting their
Entry into
Truth.
In the painful pangs of a fit of remorse and helplessness?!
What makes you think that I would defy?
I have become the epitome of Nature's whim...
I who have ceased to question.
I the pawn
of rules and regulations
of guidelines and memorandums
of glass ceilings and rock bottoms.
What makes you think that I would defy?
All it takes is your Disdain
of what I claim is True
through and through.
Your wall of Distrust
I will scale
only because it gives
me the joy of Defiance.
Even if all the while
Inching Upwards
The Peril that lies
on the other side
is no whispered Secret.
And if in the course
of reaching the landing's
treacherous ledge...
I were to slip and fall.
I would be so Jubilant
in capturing the chance
to
Disobey
you.
PP Maam and Thamizh,Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
Your concern is more than touching :)
Just a transfer of past writings...
but yes Sorrow can be Strong-worded :)
One doesn't have to go through the poignant emotions, one's imagining oneself going through them is enough for effective poetry! :)
What do I earn
with each journey?
A closeness never recaptured?
The teetering tiptoes that
perliously test the depth
of yesteryears
pushing them
tenderly
to recall
how more
entrancing
the fire is
than the regret-ridden burn.
And surely here it follows
Scorch on! In pain may I
know better of what is
real and what wants
to be reckoned.
What distance has life not
twisted and tested
that i have not met
with the decency
to seek the
fellow condemned
who rather peer
into facade
and deny a
dip into a well known
thirst
Be reborn!
Do not deny
the disillusions
i have allowed to
remain undefeated.
The trouble with
wistfulness is
it likes to sit and heavily
sigh its unreal whispers
waved away
with ungracious decorum
it breathes on
i plead of you
put away your
daunting reality for all the
time that i will never share
be you,
for me.
let me,
be me.
let we
be we
for we.