You stalk me
Even when you are with me
I cannot traverse those two steps
A wall of morality
Built by the society
Is thick between us
Kindles the fire…of desire
The external forces
Are greater than
Our innate feelings,
Shackling you and me.
I had locked them away
Yet, all they needed was a trigger
They had been confined for so long.
I first shivered and
Then shook as
I heard tremble in their captivity
Wanting to break free.
I heard one of them groan
The other, roar…
It was a mutiny!
They were against me in full force.
They rumbled and the hinges creaked
And in one push they burst out
I was overwhelmed with their onslaught
Caught off guard, I slipped
Was swept away by their influx
Their suddenness paralyzed me.
Out of control, they rushed, pushed and ran amok
The avalanche of memories nearly killed me!
I let them be…
I let them be for
It was a burden ever so heavy and
In their freedom I have my peace.
An unfinished poem
An unsung melody
That’s what you are.
The words stuck in my heart
Words, I did not type
The words, I deleted….all that you are!
The smile that doesn’t reach my eyes
The flowing water which I can’t touch twice
The shooting star that disappears in the blink of an eye
The tears I hide
Loneliness and longing, the constant feeling….
Sadness which I wear like a cloak
And the nothingness I stare into.
The jab that passes through my heart
Miserable failed attempts at masking my feelings…
You are the wound that I keep scratching
You are the sin I wanna commit
You are the wrong I wanna prove right.
Why this reluctance?
Acting like a bride, ha?
So unlike you!
I know you unrestrained
The way you let go
Poured on my senses
Blinding my vision
Showering your love
Each spray a philtre from heaven
Deluged by your waves
Soaked in your mist
Playing with the drops
Twirling them in between the fingers
Looking up and letting you
Shouting in glee
Sighing in pleasure
I remained drowned, drenched, satiate….
Where are you now?
Flowers, chocolates or gifts
How should I woo you?
To say I love you is so passé
Don’t act up, is all I can say
And put up a show
Do make a grand come back!
Aparna is more of a family than a friend. I have known her family for more that 15 years now…but, my bond with Aparna is that one of sisterhood and respect.
She is a super mom of super special kid, Prerna and I salute the patience and strength she eludes. Her day is packed with household chores, taking her daughter to school, to various therapy sessions and also writing. Even though I know about the struggles she is going through, I can’t even imagine what is it to be her. She is now craving a niche in the blogging world. She blogs at Life of a Woman.
It was a promise she extracted from me, that I will write her 100th post. So, here it is….
What color is pain?
Is it the red that flows out of your eyes?
Is there a color for that sinking feeling? Gray perhaps?
Or the gut wrenching blue?
Wishing Aparna all the very best in life.