Tuesday, May 19, 2009

thin ice

As she smiles and nods her head,
a pain seizes him, from nowhere.
what that holds them is a thread,
a beautiful tapestry gone all bare.

When did it all began, the crack
when did it widen so rapidly?
What should he do, to get it back,
The moments which swayed so vibrantly.

The indifference, the dig,
the sneer, the scheming ploy.
How it turned all so unnerving,
feelings in an awful turmoil.

As i watch him twinge and turn
Can all but shake my head.
There is still so much to learn
So much felt, so much dread, unsaid.

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Sea Journey

when a slight twinge knocks gently
dont be fooled.
you are in for a tumult,
that slowly morphs
into a roaring sea,
left on your own, all alone.

Caught in the eddies,
goin in circles, tossed
around by the waves,
flung and thrashed,
dunked and dazed,
search for a log;
cling on, for dear life,
the waves come afresh.

The land in sight?
ofcourse its the light,
the sun plays while you
float along the drowsy sea.
skin tanned, mind benumbed,
a vacum filled buoying journey.

2 comments:

Guruprasad said...

beautiful...

sometimes its worse when you the cracks have formed and you are still on the boat... and you watch as the sun sets and you know there's going to be no moon tonight...

ramblings said...

:) hmmm...one of those million other nights!