Monday, February 20, 2012


Now I know why she still neatly stores the
flesh less, vein less, bloodless skeleton of a past relationship.
For she has seen the fullness of her body tamed by practice and will
And those men, sleek like drones, hovering, casting shadows,
with mouth like a dark cavern, gleaming uneven teeth,
 hands swaying like a hooded snake;
also that child around her
with bright dreamy eyes,  jumping like a young goat,
the unseen umbilical cord palpable.
So, she watchfully draws a perfect vermillion circle
 in between her eyebrows
and goes about in cleaning the carcass of an old forgotten love.
She often would powder those ashen love words
 and put some naphthalene balls
and synthetic fragrance to keep away the stench.
To survive
she clings to a love
that no longer has a soul, or a body
but a few lifeless rotting cadavers.

" a perfect vermillion circle in between her eyebrows" -- a symbol of marriage for most Indian women.


Gemma Wiseman said...

An interesting musing on dedicating a virtual mausoleum to love! Intriguing perspective!

booguloo said...

What a sad place to be. Unable to let go and unable to try again. Captured nicely.

Rachit said...

dark and blue..

Weakest LINK

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, this got my old brain working......what an interesting perspective! I especially love the ending.......

Kim Nelson said...

I certainly pondered the realities of loving one over the long course of time after reading this piece. I've been in a loving relationship for 35 years, so I understand the shifting sands and changing tides of love. Nice write.

ayala said...

A beautiful write, my dear.

Brian Miller said...

you know...i know a few that do just this...i can think of a few honorable reasons one might, but i think your intended may be the other...we maybe remember a time when it was good and hope, or we have created a nice fantasy in our minds of what it was...or an emotional feeling attached b/c we felt wanted...very nice verse....

janaki nagaraj said...

Very profound..loved this.

Sheila said...

this sounds so sad. well told.

br!nDle said...

beautifully sad...
loved it...:)

Jacobean Willam said...

take a nature walk,
let go,

bless you.

Rose said...

The ties of her past relationship are still keeping her bound and it is therefor so ironic that the only freedom for this poor soul is the perfect vermillion circle
she draws between her eyebrows. A woman doing all she can to survive yet doing so without living. Potent!

Chèvrefeuille said...

Wondrous poem

The Unknowngnome said...

This makes me want to sing to you.

Ygraine said...

What a sad, sad, place to be.
How can she ever hope to move on when this still-undead love is haunting her?
A disturbingly beautiful write :)

R.Ramakrishnan said...

Beautifully penned,exquisite imagery.

Rose said...

Hi Dear Lady, dear busy bee!
You know what they say about all work and no play? Happy Womans Day to you (on this day and only this day we may celebrate our womanhood) :D
*chuckles* I love being a woman!

Dulcina said...

Another powerful poetic piece about a past & sad relationship between a man and a woman, her memories and her only escape tied to that love which was not love at all.
This line speaks by itself: "For she has seen the fullness of her body tamed by practice and will."
The day women are not marked anymore like beasts, we'll be free.
A hug, dear.

emmett wheatfall said...

Deep! A very interesting write. Great work.