Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Ache, Would It Find Solace



ache
would it find solace
in company of words
dangling from branches
hand in hand
together

two lives
deeply rooted
to the moist soil
brown and green
one, breathing in pages
the other, trapped since ages

free and fly
aspire
humble twigs
are harmless
but
you can never be prepared
for beasts
that slurp in ecstasy
tearing promises apart
and then they depart
like scars, that still pain
someday, everyday

shall I protect you
from muddy terrains
shall I hold your hands
when teardrops rain
shall I be your love
when trust flies insane

neither will you reply
nor shall I wait
'cause
perhaps, perhaps
'tis already too late


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36 comments:

  1. The two lives still go on...but the ache never finds solace!!!

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  2. Blessings! May there be peace in our lives despite the awareness of all lost and missed opportunities!

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  3. The last stanza speaks volumes...
    Awesome!

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  4. ugh hopefully it is not too late...it is a terrible feeling to realize that....
    though i would like to believe it is not...

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    1. Sometimes, things are not in our hands :-)

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  5. Ah! Beautiful composition! :)

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  6. 'nor shall I wait' is strongly pronounced...so perhaps it is too late...sigh

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  7. and i can sense something, am I not right?
    yes perhaps its too late and perhaps its useless :)
    I loved this poem and you said what? that you can't write good poetry? overacting..huh!

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  8. Beautiful take on the prompt with a lovely flow to the poem. Thanks for sharing!

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  9. So beautiful Mr. Sinha! :)

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  10. your words flow like a dream, Amrit...
    "shall I hold your hands
    when teardrops rain
    shall I be your love
    when trust flies insane..."

    so stunning, so beautiful.

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