Saturday, 12 April 2014

Warring Words


A hot scalding summer noon
The breeze burnt our cheeks
Scrubbing as though with smoked charcoal
As the loo gained speed
Inside a dashing car
We fought over a ten rupee note
Our ardour matched the heat outside
As the cacophony of raised voices
Reached the crescendo
We conveniently forgot
The frivolous excuse
Which had robbed us of our rationality
In the grip of an insane rage
We fought a daggerless dual
Of venomous words
Tearing each other apart
Bit by bit, layer by layer


When the evening burnt the skies to ashes
We chose a pregnant silence to speak for us
Seething in grave disdain, familiar in our contempt
We turned a little away from each other
And bit our lips disgruntled

Perhaps tomorrow or the day after
We'll look at each other sheepishly
And smile with quivering lips contritely even
But a deep gash has grazed the hearts
Which ripens each moment oozing blood
As red as the cherries iced on her B'day cake
Making me toss and turn on the bed
Hour after hour as the night owl derides
My smothered rants
She sleeps in another room fitfully
A slice of moon sneaking across her face
Where the tell-tale marks of dried tears
Leave a blazing trail on her age-worn cheeks

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

16 comments:

  1. I love ur blog name, nice post !

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  2. "Tearing each other apart
    Bit by bit, layer by layer"

    ------------ You define yourself through poetry!

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  3. "Tearing each other apart
    Bit by bit, layer by layer"

    ----- Poetry defines you!

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    1. Thanks for both comments Deeptangshu. Indebted

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  4. Your words are soaked in a pleasing pain of meaning and music.....
    daggerless dual
    Of venomous words....................

    and one is reminded of a willingly forgotten day in one's life , when something like this happened.

    I connect well with the verses!

    thanks for such concern and sharing......

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  5. Thanks for both your comments. Indebted.

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  6. Lot of imagination there and nice play of words

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  7. "A slice of moon sneaking across her face
    Where the tell-tale marks of dried tears
    Leave a blazing trail on her age-worn cheeks" each of your poems have unique magical lines :-)

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  8. Very well written, a little sad but well described with good chain of words.

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