One little token of acknowledgment
was all that she longed for
she had thrown all caution into the winds
sold herself out to those few words
With bated breath she waited
she could neither drink nor eat
joy and sorrow blended into unfamiliar numbness
the moment she surrendered the last ounce of her self
A slight prod was immensely alluring
just a stretch of a hand away
prevailed an ephemeral respite
With a bitter fight she held the resolve of silence
Laid her soul naked in vulnerability
days and nights she waited in vain
a teeny nod in her direction
how was it too much to ask!?
Now playing: Time
Here is a wistful response.
Alas, I don't have with me that which your heart seeks
the perfect future is naught but a happy dream
so dear to me I hold you still
I flinch in dismay at your lost hope
Caught warily in this spectacle
I know not how to soothe you
when every look could lead you to misfortune
when a single act could drown you in spurious hope
Oh! if words are all you want
a thousand poems I'd adorn you with
if a touch of your arm would go a long way in relief
I'd hug you close and hold you for a while
was all that she longed for
she had thrown all caution into the winds
sold herself out to those few words
With bated breath she waited
she could neither drink nor eat
joy and sorrow blended into unfamiliar numbness
the moment she surrendered the last ounce of her self
A slight prod was immensely alluring
just a stretch of a hand away
prevailed an ephemeral respite
With a bitter fight she held the resolve of silence
Laid her soul naked in vulnerability
days and nights she waited in vain
a teeny nod in her direction
how was it too much to ask!?
Now playing: Time
Here is a wistful response.
Alas, I don't have with me that which your heart seeks
the perfect future is naught but a happy dream
so dear to me I hold you still
I flinch in dismay at your lost hope
Caught warily in this spectacle
I know not how to soothe you
when every look could lead you to misfortune
when a single act could drown you in spurious hope
Oh! if words are all you want
a thousand poems I'd adorn you with
if a touch of your arm would go a long way in relief
I'd hug you close and hold you for a while
The name of the song that you were playing while writing this post may be an answer to the last question :-)
ReplyDeleteHow about writing a follow up poem from the opposite perspective, the person to whom this girl has confessed something and he/she is confused about how to respond? :)
That would probably go on the lines of this joke where this girl is so worried that the guy doesn't talk to her properly or whatever. she thinks of all possible explanations for his reaction. and meanwhile the guy is frustrated about India losing to Pakistan in a cricket match.
DeleteHa ha ha.. Quite likely :) But for the sake of getting a good poem, we can relax our assumption that people are not all that shallow after all :P
Deletethere you go :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I have goosebumps and tears and I am reading every word of it many many times!
DeleteToo good..
ReplyDeleteWistful - Quite a frustrating perspective :)
ReplyDeletebut indeed the truth of it makes t beautiful and the hopeless feeling makes it more true...
Love__Fight without a cause__Charging blind into a field of darkness.
Thanks! and yeah I dig whatever makes it more true :)
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