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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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.

2 comments:

Rutuparna said...

This one is like falling in love again for me... Bea-you-tea-full poem

Namrata Kale said...

Rutu-tai Thanks again for the review! Yes, you got the emotion I wrote it under <3