Crushed in love, I swell
Draw unto me a weird pain
I yearn for your voice on my ears
Your shoulder for me to lean on
Yet I push myself away
And picture on your chest,
A face
Not mine..
It brings in anger
Tantrums
Stubbornness
Indifference
I flare on you
First with silence
Then a stern murmur
Aloof
Miserable eyes,
Smile dead,
No tears
Sadness amplified
Sting myself
Deep ,so deep
My poor heart writhes in pain
And then I wish
You take me in your arms
My feet on yours
You raise my chin
My eyes low
You tease me with your eyes
Soothe my lips with yours
My silly tears
Leisurely down my cheeks
As you wipe off with your palm
I would smile on your lips
I burn..
Achingly beautiful;) The ending "burn" flare up the entire denoted emotions! The minimalism in your poetry characterise more effect with silences in between:) Regards Pygma:)
ReplyDeleteAchingly Beautiful .. loved that... thanks dear
DeleteRecurring love provides the mind with utmost joy, but one has to have a very flexible mind to keep going...good one pygmaa...huggsss..:)
ReplyDeleteone has to have a mind... hugs suma
DeleteWow!
ReplyDelete..As u (you) wipe off with your palm, i would smile on your lips..i burn...
എങ്കില് നിന്റെ ചുണ്ടിലൊരു പുഞ്ചിരിയായ് പൊള്ളാന്.........----,,,,,
corrected and thanks
Deletewow translation.. beautiful
"I burn". WOW oh wow!! The best I've read in ages. Including mine.
ReplyDeleteHats off!! I can read it again and again and again.
Thanks a lot Soumya .. so glad :)
DeletePgy ♥♥♥♥♥♥
ReplyDeleteYou sailing in my boat?
We will keep each other company... its fun Chintu.. all z fun..
DeleteI hate how unworthy and futile this made me feel. i let go off something divine.
ReplyDeleteThe pain disturbs me. It comes right out of your verses and makes me restless.
ReplyDeleteWishing you love always.