Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Love, Nature, poetry

A Glance

 

A glance is enough for the heart to beat

to  transform naivety into shrewdness 

of some kind, many long for it in the ancient past

to moisten their dry parched youth, as the case

it never befalls where it ought to, yearnings

fossilized froze in the corner of heart, birds

never chirp on the skeletal trees, insects don’t

dwell in the deceased fallen barks, dimpled

cheek cupids doesn’t appear for those who

always wait and sigh, no ballads are sung

on the onset of  youth, nor a tear on its passing,

some do age without the grace of a glance

and leave the grim world  still longing for

 one glance.

 

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Lunacy
Love, Nature, poetry

A Mad Woman

I linger a limping shadow in your after-glow

and spend  moonless nights, sore and

bleeding trying to make sense of your

departure in the darker ages of

my youth. 

 

The wounds you left are still ripe feasted 

with pale maggots oozing their heads out

Oh! How I have wandered like a madwoman

in sinister woods screaming and 

scratching the barks seeking you inside

and outside.

 

In the shadier cooler corners of the  wild

forests searching for some ruffles behind

the withered leaves, looking for faint ripples

in the slimy ponds. 

 

Oh! How I’ve tried to make sense of liaisons 

and laughed and laughed,  in a vain

tried to extract out the bloody ticks out of

my green wounds while the hungry 

scavengers looked on.

 

I measured my days with number of pests

my bruises had, eaten up from inside

a dainty hollow figure, I just swayed like

a scare-crow all these years .

 

Oh! How you stabbed me several times on the 

back, but I was so busy pouring in your warm

embraces, the ones I never had, the only

wet  kisses I never got .

 

May be it’s a mystery why you left, but the

gashes you gave, the slashes you made, the

lacerations will stay forever , and I 

a madwoman will wander in the

sinister forests screaming and

scratching.