Sunday, March 10, 2013

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Beloved moments
Please stay;
I am frightened.
What if you aren’t true?
Stay with me,
keep touching,
take my hand and be close.
I am afraid.
Hold me
the way 
near ones hold the dead at a cemetery.

I fear
this moment also might be
 false
like those endless yesteryears
like the uncertain timeless future!

 

7 comments:

Rupertt Wind said...

That is so beautifully written, I love it.

Panchali said...

Life is full of terrors. So, hold on to the joyous moments!
Loved this work..

Rose said...

Very emotional, beautifully touching Moon!

The Unknowngnome said...

So fragile a longing and unknowing of truth. Is it known by the dead?

I am struggling with the title. Is it hard to swallow the truth?

A nice full piece of emotion Celest.

Celestial Dreamz said...

Dearest TUG, your struggle with the title is so right, as it has absolutely no connection with the theme ... I am so sorry, I just realised that I have a responsibility as a writer (if I may call myself one!)and I just can't leave things unexplained and vague. Actually I have written a few short poems under the title - 'short swallow flights' and I just wanted this one to be a part of that ... hence ... I would change the title; or should I leave it? your interpretation is making me wonder! :-) ... By the way, I was just beginning to wonder where you are! thanks for being here.

The Unknowngnome said...

No, no, don't change a thing. Now that I know the idea of your "swallow flights" it makes sense as a short darting poem.

Silly girl, I've always been here. FB too. :)

Ramakrishnan Ramanathan said...

A lovely poem about a frightened little girl seeking security & protection & assurance ! Another gem from you Baishali !