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Showing posts with label meena. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meena. Show all posts

She had loved him once.

She had loved him once.
Like the slender silken thread of her dress,
She wove her life around him;

She had loved him once.
In multitudinous wild ways,
She enlightened his life

She had loved him once.
Like the burning lamp,
Her passion glowed through the night

She had loved him once.
Soft like petals, her pursed lips
Curved into a smile every time their eyes met.

She had loved him once.
Her eyes alit with dreams
Aglow with happiness

She had loved him once.
Like an obsession;
She craved for his touch

Ravaged by fate,
She sits limp in a corner.
With glassy unseeing eyes,
Like a porcelain doll.
This beautiful, fragile creature.
She no longer sees him

The after-taste of near death
lingered;
In the corridors of memories,
Haunted she roams,
And the grave of their love mocks
At his persistent efforts.

She had loved him once.
Willfully, truly, madly, deeply.
And now she didn’t even recognize him.

Me :) -- Meena Iyer

I have been thinking what to write for this prompt when Navin made it easy for me. For it is an poetry prompt and one can post in old poems.. And being self obsessed the way I am.. I have already written 2 poems on this topic.. One is a happy poem.. and one a sad one.. Which one you like.. or what you get from it.. I am not sure.. whether it depicts me.. well it surely does.. to the last T :)

So here they are...


Looking through the inner me,
A distorted vision I find
Memories golden, rose tinted sea
colors of various intensity,
Images flit through my fickle mind.

With words, pauses and random rhymes;
I paint them in various hues,
Wayward thoughts, rants and dreams.
A poetess? A writer? Confusion reigns!
Everyday I am born anew :-)

And now the sad poem....


Thousands of accusations
Quadrapuled confusions
Love ,hate and guilt
Into unresloved mess,
Enmeshed
Am depressed
Embittered! Dismal!
Looking for approval

P.S: This post is totally open for criticism.. Do not spare my "feelings" :)