"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

I watched her die..

*Cause i wanted to write,and i wrote succumbing to temptations..*

I watched her escalating,rise,blaze and vanish.A feeling gnawing her insides each moment.
Laughing when others laughed on a joke or shedding tear drops when caught up in emotional riot.
It is a state of normalcy in front of the lay man.As she promised herself something new each day a part of her longed and craved for someone to support,hold and push her forward to make her establish something worthy.Trust wasn't alien to her but she wanted it to be alienated from her life as it crumbled each time when associated with her.Every single day a part of her was nibbled,scratched,sucked and parted off from her.Faith dwindled and virtue rested on shaky grounds.A mirage to which she was giving away and surrendering every part of her only to be left with nothing.Body is made of flesh,bones and blood but she knew it differently.Her body had a semblance with that of a glass.Chipping at times with soft dents and shattering into pieces with the hard falls.Every now and then she had to take time off to gather the shattered pieces showing fractals of nothingness and regale them.Blending herself in the blasting sound of music as it was the best she could do to distract herself.Crumbling and smashing she told herself she had adjusted but inside it all was but a lie.She cried in the confines of her heart till she blacked out.
She wanted a companion in real sense,who would hear her out and be with her in every type of time that she witnessed.She wanted to be complete in search of her other half.
She was essence i watched her sublime with remains of nothing behind.I watched her die..

3 comments:

Green Speck said...

Very powerfully written !!!

Tatius T. Darksong said...

Really interesting poem, like your description how certain things bring awareness could be right in front of us or even within us but we do not see. Thanks for sharing

ANJALI.N.KUMAR said...

grt yaar... well written :)