Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Death of a woman





Between the first cry and the last sigh
Years of existence floated
From pig tails to rustle of soft silks and faint perfumes
Love, rejection, care and comfort
Little hands clutching the fingers
Laughter and tears mingling with the soul

Journey in search of ever distancing joy
Dreams that piled as high as the sky
Possibilities of walking thru the space
Of dancing in the moonlight
Drawing a seven figure salary
Enriching smell of baking bread

Right foot heavy on the accelerator
Gears that cry to go up a notch
Flashing sights of life passing by
The journey went on for years and years
In preparation for the final deliverance
The ultimate destiny and a beginning

Her kohl darkened eyes smiled
At the god riding the buffalo
She fell in love at first sight of him and his dark smile
At last, it’s the start of something real!
Safe in his strong arms
Untouchable by the fluid fire of illusion called life
A woman born.

4 Comments:

Blogger Shoonyata said...

beautiful concept...last two lines capture it well.

but the words and articulation do weigh heavy with the message and concept...like those heavy dark clouds masking the sunrise peeing between Sahyadri hills :)

I love the ones from the heart..this is from the mind.

January 25, 2008 at 7:53 AM  
Blogger ellie said...

The last line of each stanza is really beautiful, you really captured the essence.

I only wish I had that way with words =)

February 24, 2008 at 11:08 PM  
Blogger ellie said...

The last line of each stanza is beautiful, you really captured the essence.
I only wish I had that way with words =)

February 24, 2008 at 11:11 PM  
Blogger sahyadri said...

Thanks Ellie

February 25, 2008 at 11:53 AM  

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