We could have been.
Somethings in the night sky
changed.
I longed to stare at the moon
but, it made me cry.
There's no moon in the
light of Day.
Light, a dear friend,
a severe enemy.
Do you want me to hate you?
I ask out of exasperation.
I would, if I could.
I say, My love won't let me.
Let me disappear,
But I can't.
I can't let you go.
Piano can play a soothing tune.
As of night, I can hear melodies
bu like always,
I got too excited and
I couldn't see anything.
I jumped from rock
across glade.
Into space speckled with
stars a million
and I barely got back.
Felt like dancing.
The music died down
and me, lost in the flurry
of my arms and legs moving
involuntarily,
haulted me in no-space.
Blood rushed around
before I could take a breath
and stop.
You took me by the arms
and dunked me into
an ice-cold river.
I shivered. My happy spirit
sank.
To my deepest attempts
to get my breath back,
I rush to the edge.
And feel the sun lash
against the skin of my
face
harder than the cold water
had.
I can understand
when you say I can't
blame my self.
But how can I not?
Does it not prove
that I didn't deserve to be
happy?
that I didn't deserve
you?
I can't believe I could
never see,
what you said to me
was a jest;
It was true and you
ment not in a way that would
cause me hurt.
I got fooled alright.
I believed in something that
like a comet
sped away.
Leaving in its wake a
forked, burned, twisted
path of hearts.
I could cry and cry and
fill the empty sky;
I could howl louder than
a storm,
let it scare the violent
winds away.
Betrayed in it's true form
is made of 2 words
as is treacherous,
One says cutting up
you true wishes.*
急死
(sudden death)
My heart's stopped working.
驚くべきことではない.
(not surprising)
Honestly it's a wonder
I don't feel like doing
anything.
I can only soothe myself
by writing a
sweet little
elegy.
Then I pray,
that you may find a love that
puts you back together.
A love you can be comfortable wit
and a way that won't fool others the way
it did.
I pump up the music,
dope, tranquillizer and
anesthetic.
I'll sleep it off.
Like a hangover, it'll heal
with hot tea and some
fresh air.
I don't regret that I loved you.
I just hope you don't regret
not holding on.
I know you want to protect
me.
Somehow I can't see.
How can you be like all the others
who were comet like too?
I thought you were different
much like a spring-born butterfly
that fluttered over the drab
concrete jungle.
疲れた.
(I'm tired.)
Let's meet only when I can.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Posted by Namrata Kale at 8:29 AM
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2 comments:
This one is like falling in love again for me... Bea-you-tea-full poem
Rutu-tai Thanks again for the review! Yes, you got the emotion I wrote it under <3
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