Saturday, December 25, 2004

Look at me.

Repeated renewal
Of
My torn faith -
In your system,
In your life.

_____

I loved him
And when
I left him
I was broken
To
Bits.

_____

You'll see my papery
Skin, yielding to the
Trickle of warmth
Escaping from the
Obscured pores
From deadened,
Nay, numbed
Shreds of an
Old belief
Of dreams
To come.
But did I
Think once
More? The
Faith framed
My uncertain
Assurance, long
Held on my rust
Ridden triangular
Frights. Corrosion
Took away my hopes
And left my decayed
Spirit suspecting all my
Carefully placed moves
While killing my desire to
Believe. Yet I held on like
A fierce mother of two.
Squeezing from a grey,
I saw the silvery hope
Abrupt and awkward -
Like a hesitant slug.
Weathered, beaten
I nervously stand
Awaiting a blow -
Or a gentle sea
Of sunrises and
Glory galore.
I await it all.
Patient and
Quiet, I've
Decided
To stay.
Here.

6 comments:

Anil said...

The second fragment is so beautiful..but then why did you have to leave him if it was gonna break you?

On another note although I did not care much for the content of the poem itself I just loved the shape of the last poem, it ripples and flows like a thought caught in your hands and struggling to be let out, like a dream that consumes you even as you want to wake up from it....you seem to be on a creative ball these days no??

:..M..: said...

Anil - It's like chocolate. I love it, but if I eat too much of it..I could have an overdose. Not good for health.

Yeah, I'm trying a few new things and seeing how it works. Thanks for appreciating it. It was more or less what I was attempting at.

Atheistbishop said...

:..M..:
Your mind, your heart tend to exaggerate the importance of what is in front of you for sometime.
It could be love, a job, an emotion, a state of mind, a belief.
But after the time moment passes by,
All of us tend to move on,
As long as we can look back and smile at the experience.
I think we have done well.
You will too.

Atheistbishop said...

C'est superbe que tu parle la langue,
C'etait longtemps que je discutais en francais,
On dois se connaitre meiux.

My french is a little rusty, please excuse if I screwed up with the grammar!

:..M..: said...

Atheistbishop - Ah. C'etait longtemps que je parle en francaise avec quelqu'un! J'oblie tout ce que j'ai appris! Je crois que je suis tres mal, n'est pas? Mais, oui. Je n'ai pas de probleme a parler avec toi. Il sera tres amusant.

Atheistbishop said...

C'etait a peu pres sept ans que j'ai appris la langue,
J'etait aux etats unis la mois dernier et j'ai parle aux conduteur de maxi qui etaient de maroque.
C'etait amusant, parce que, ils etaient si heureux de parler en francais qu'ils m'ont donne un tour du New York gratuit.

C'est bon d'avoir des atouts comme ca!!