Drenched in the new-found joy
Lurking, like a water-drop to a bird.
(Her) Taking tipsy-turvy strides,
Nursing affections, hiding coy smiles
Under laughter and a grin at times.
Because all that stays, when glances kiss;
Pursed lips and clenched fists
Conveying the love brimming forth.
A terse turn, then a collage of colours
Swerves towards and merges before her eyes.
Resumed walking, halted in thoughts.
Memories and visions clash, collude
To spill out the venom from her heart.
Bruised, damaged, till she got home.
Swinging between dilemma and guilt
Like a rag-doll flagellating itself.
To go sleeping on nightmares or
Wake up to happy thoughts?
Only truth will decide. Or should she.
She heard it all. Wished to know more.
That she couldn't, she knew, too.
A quote stared at her from the wall.
'What you believe is what you see.'
She let out a weak chortle.
Led back into those blinding hues.
Lurking, like a water-drop to a bird.
(Her) Taking tipsy-turvy strides,
Nursing affections, hiding coy smiles
Under laughter and a grin at times.
Because all that stays, when glances kiss;
Pursed lips and clenched fists
Conveying the love brimming forth.
A terse turn, then a collage of colours
Swerves towards and merges before her eyes.
Resumed walking, halted in thoughts.
Memories and visions clash, collude
To spill out the venom from her heart.
Bruised, damaged, till she got home.
Swinging between dilemma and guilt
Like a rag-doll flagellating itself.
To go sleeping on nightmares or
Wake up to happy thoughts?
Only truth will decide. Or should she.
She heard it all. Wished to know more.
That she couldn't, she knew, too.
A quote stared at her from the wall.
'What you believe is what you see.'
She let out a weak chortle.
Led back into those blinding hues.
Not what you see is all there is :) Yet sometimes the otherwise is true.. and then we can only accept and live with it. Whatever it is I hope God gives you strength to come over it.
ReplyDeleteAnd if it all this was fiction. I am astounded by the flow and continuity of thought.
Either ways it is a beautiful expression!
Cheers!! May good be with you.
Wasn't fiction, much good comes out of tragic situations too! :D Thank you so much for your observant appreciation! :)
ReplyDeleteWow! I dont know what went through your mind while writing it. Maybe cos I like to take anything I read in my own way. I hope thats fine with you?
ReplyDeleteComing back to this poem, it just gave me a beautiful picture of a lighter-than-reality sort of world. Despite what all 'she' went through, its great that she is still finding/seeing beauty in world where she resides.
Lovely poem!
Thanks Aavika! :) Well I turn the sad personal experiences into something productive too- in the form of poems. :P
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