Tuesday, December 05, 2006





She felt a seering pain,
rushing through her bosom.
And who would have thought,
that her life was, but wholesome?




She envelopes herself in,
her world of shadows.
wishes and ambitions crying out,
to her like ancient widows.




She wants to tell the world
of her pain, scream, screech, wail, shout.
But will anyone listen,
without a poundage of doubt?




She resigns herself to her fate
her story left, untold.
Still, crouching, mingling, with the dark
Letting herself unfold.




She is the divine creation,
consumed in her misery,
oh! what a paradoxical irony,
the creator of man, killed...
because she is... SHE.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I don't post anymore.. I feel it's like cheating... Leaving a comment on someone's blog when you have nothing to offer back.
Well, all I can say then is... Hello!
I like your blog, I like what you're saying and how you are saying it.

Good bye

Kay Vee said...

uh...dark!

though i did not get the last 2-3 lines...

Anonymous said...

Bhoooooooooooooot

Basanta said...

Nice poem!