MY SHORT LIVED ENCOUNTER WITH YOU-DEATH!
Then,I hardly knew
'nything about your might.
A mere solution were you,
to resolve that torturous night...
My tiny hands were held,
by her protective grip.
Another pair of innocent hands,
ran around her hip.
I knew not why or what or when,
coz i really didn't care!
Foe i was a chick,following my hen,
exited to be going "there"...
It began when?-i donno,
for thats not really certain.
But it was plural,not 'one' day,
and this was expected to happen.
he was lost,was needing aid,
but luck was smiling not.
She too tried,cried and prayed,
in the hope of changing life's plot.
Then came the time,"the" actual time,
when she had had enough.
But he was sure he was almost there,
coz times were getting less rough.
He was chancing on luck encore,
even as she negated.
But he knew that 'this' was for sure,
and that didn't leave her elated.
She thumped her way across the hall,
to grab my tiny wrist,
and then she didn't forget to call
the name of the child born first.
We marched in such funeral silence,
to you in need of "peace".
But you filled in us thoughts so intense,
all we could do was freeze.
At your threshold,stranded we stood,
thinking if you were worth it.
Feckless souls knew not they should,
have enough courage to reflect.
Flashes of the past were screened to us,
and pondering we stood-dumb found.
with two bright futures with her there,
she came crashing to the ground.
She wept and wept until he came,
as we still wore no tears.
There was guilt and tangible shame,
with an alarming count of fears.
They spoke a tongue,i gathered not,
but i could grasp this bit;that-
they had resolved as to why they'd fought,
all thanks to your nasty wit!
The two then cried for reasons lots,
with a silence that spoke pages.
you funnelled in them such horrid thoughts,
thoughts they wouldn't lose in ages!
[It was your fear
that broght them so near.
you made `em realise,
if you sit to analise,
there aint no predicament,
that's worth an interment.
Why embrace you before turn?
Coz ur the ultimate...yes,i now learn!]
They've moved on from then on,
and so has our life...
But your fear still haunts me,
coz the truth is someday,you'll hug me-again.
'nything about your might.
A mere solution were you,
to resolve that torturous night...
My tiny hands were held,
by her protective grip.
Another pair of innocent hands,
ran around her hip.
I knew not why or what or when,
coz i really didn't care!
Foe i was a chick,following my hen,
exited to be going "there"...
It began when?-i donno,
for thats not really certain.
But it was plural,not 'one' day,
and this was expected to happen.
he was lost,was needing aid,
but luck was smiling not.
She too tried,cried and prayed,
in the hope of changing life's plot.
Then came the time,"the" actual time,
when she had had enough.
But he was sure he was almost there,
coz times were getting less rough.
He was chancing on luck encore,
even as she negated.
But he knew that 'this' was for sure,
and that didn't leave her elated.
She thumped her way across the hall,
to grab my tiny wrist,
and then she didn't forget to call
the name of the child born first.
We marched in such funeral silence,
to you in need of "peace".
But you filled in us thoughts so intense,
all we could do was freeze.
At your threshold,stranded we stood,
thinking if you were worth it.
Feckless souls knew not they should,
have enough courage to reflect.
Flashes of the past were screened to us,
and pondering we stood-dumb found.
with two bright futures with her there,
she came crashing to the ground.
She wept and wept until he came,
as we still wore no tears.
There was guilt and tangible shame,
with an alarming count of fears.
They spoke a tongue,i gathered not,
but i could grasp this bit;that-
they had resolved as to why they'd fought,
all thanks to your nasty wit!
The two then cried for reasons lots,
with a silence that spoke pages.
you funnelled in them such horrid thoughts,
thoughts they wouldn't lose in ages!
[It was your fear
that broght them so near.
you made `em realise,
if you sit to analise,
there aint no predicament,
that's worth an interment.
Why embrace you before turn?
Coz ur the ultimate...yes,i now learn!]
They've moved on from then on,
and so has our life...
But your fear still haunts me,
coz the truth is someday,you'll hug me-again.
9 Comments:
Excellent POEM
A beautiful ode ... found this blog while surfing ... Kudos
Now I appreciate the poem totally.really touching.
yea babes!not all get to say this,,,coz not all get that version of comprehension;-)
Thoughtful poem. I beg your pardon if this addendum of mine disrupts your intriguing flow.
Frozen maybe the thought
Death will still be distraught
What it is, is a scarecrow
Standing always over a scarethrow
The Optimism is the only luck
Nescient silence is the only lack
The talk is about the fear that haunts
Its the fright that the death wants
You write very well for a 17 year old.
Sorry a typo ,the 4th line goes like" Stnading always over a stone's throw"
well...cant even think to match wid dat...but ...
if only optimism is that close,
life would be a thornless rose;
death,would not be a threat no more...
coz u know thats "the end" n dats 4 sure!
thanx rags...its sad @ times to think so much...but then again i wudnt get such lovely comments if i didnt think...
What irony of human existence!
seldom doth death take a man's life to strife,
It is the fear of death that makes the life unlived!
Hmmm.....u made me cry...
I don think u cld have written it any better...jus perfect divs...
so amazing the way u put it..
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