Love of my life
Monster of my own creation
I think the devil’s wife
Penned a lover’s definition
Love is happiness
World’s most prevalent illusion
Frustration and helplessness
Fruits of beautiful self-delusion
Broken hearts occur in pairs
And self-abomination
Darkness juxtaposed in layers
Of pretty pink infatuation
If you and I met on a bus
And struck up a conversation
I’d have liked you and you me, thus
Free from the poison of adulation
But I weighed you against
A free woman’s comprehension
And you failed to paint
On me a picture of perfection
Is there anything left?
Not even civil words of salutation
‘Cause we cannot leave and we cannot stay
Opposite trains at the same station
5 comments:
Like everytime, this poem is peaceful and is written with feelings. though i didnt understand this one,
Broken hearts occur in pairs
And self-abomination
Darkness juxtaposed in layers
Of pretty pink infatuation...
what does this stanza say?
I don’t think this is your first poem that is based on “tion” rhyming approach. And it also gives it a nice, “Californiction” kind of rhythm. I didn’t understand the later part of 3rd para. But the way the poem ends is brilliant! So pro, the whole poem! There’s a kind of subtle casualness in the whole poem, which makes you believe that whosoever wrote has been doing this for a long time. Like you own the poem. Exactly what I wanted you to do to your short stories. Write like you own em. Lets try making a karaoke version of a sarah mclachlan song and see if these lyrics fit there…
Thank you Tapas, Sourav :D
Sourav, I was trying to say that when a relationship goes bitter, both suffer, whoever's fault it may be. And even issues get resolved, and the lovers are outwardly happy, there is always some bitterness under the surface, whose flashes are only seen sometimes, maybe in a sarcastic comment or in a fleeting look.
even when*
wow... this is remarkable
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