I
think I know how you felt
at that time.
Wasn’t it a pale green hallway,
where windows offer no reflection
and the door doesn’t promise life beyond?
at that time.
Wasn’t it a pale green hallway,
where windows offer no reflection
and the door doesn’t promise life beyond?
I
think I know it all.
looking
at the photo of a dead stranger
I
feel I have known it all.
You
could not chase
the elephant away,
It was probably eavesdropping.
The marriage became a metropolis –
you and him its anonymous citizens.
the elephant away,
It was probably eavesdropping.
but pretending might have had helped for a while
until you remembered
that elephant has big ears.
Until you were married,
you never bothered about the plural space. And then
the birds in the binoculars settled in a cage.
You got your marriage certificate photocopied.you never bothered about the plural space. And then
the birds in the binoculars settled in a cage.
The marriage became a metropolis –
you and him its anonymous citizens.
After
you left
for the land where no one dances in the rain,
for the land where no one dances in the rain,
He
must have found worlds
full
of memories
long after you’ve lost
it.
You lie in bed,
A strange sickness in
your bones
pinning you
eyelid to toe nail.
As I share a
heartbroken
cup of coffee with the man I have fallen in love with
holding hands yet realizing the ocean
between us,
between us,
I feel I have known what you felt then.
I sent you all my prayers,
you returned half,
attaching a note: You need these too.
attaching a note: You need these too.
He asks if I need to be held.
I am not sure. Not anymore.
If comfort is disloyal
can a roomful of grief
ever have happiness?
I know how you felt at that point of time.
Like I often do,
You too must have stepped out of yourself
and wanted to observe her,
She,
Who has perpetually walked,
casting and recasting herself
to be with people, who
had accepted and rejected her
at convenience,
As you sang with her
cried with her
standing there, observing,
It became too late stepping back into yourself again!
And I sit still
by the side of the television news
looking at your dead photograph
I more dead than you
I think I have known how you felt.
15 comments:
This poem captured me and held me throughout. Strong words well expressed. Deep and haunting.
This poem is so powerful that I felt the shivers running down my spine.
I was there too, feeling all those deep emotions and shared experiences...and it really hurt.
This is truly amazing...x
Very emotive piece dear Moon! I so love your fabulous phrases and your imagery never fails to stun me! Where do you draw your inspiration from? Simply fabulous :) xxx
whew...like gut punch this one...some fav lines...
The marriage became a metropolis –
you and him its anonymous citizens.
and then to follow by going to the land where no one danced in the rain...that gave the feel right there...
sad, but great verse...what a tale...all too real
So sad and powerful. A beautiful verse.
Strong words and images in this poem! I like how you expressed your empathy.
This poem is as moving on second reading as it was on the first! Powerful writing here!
Woman, you do know.
This is sad and so poignant.
You write beautifully. <3
happy sunday...smiles.
Moon, what a very human tale of a mixture of emotions. What stood out for me most was "Can a roomful of grief ever have happiness?" Makes one want to know the whole story. Makes me pray for hope for the saddened pair in the poem - that grief will ease and the sun will shine again.
Unrequited love --- how sad and haunting... excellent and captivating in your raw paint....
Oh. Stunning. I too am stunned. I feel I know the pale green hallway that Feels like a dead end with strangers.
so sad, but life has to move on....
Stunning and spell binding. I am simply mesmerized.Keep them coming Baishali.
Just wondering what might have been the emotions playing at the backyard of your mind while scribbling these lines..!!
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