Tuesday, 05 August 2008
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CRYPTIC DILEMMA
I begged whole night
thinking
how much I need to cry,
to create a flow
to carry his hopes
from asylum of dead desires
to elysian of lively passions.
I begged whole night
telling him
I am a very weak soul
for he sees my vitality of tears
and not frailty of my abundant smile.
I begged whole night
making him to realize
how it feels
to see melting of snow….
how it feels when
tears drop without a reason….
I begged whole night
till day dawned with cloud
till my eyes dried without lashes
till my lips stitched with umbilical cord
till my mouth is puffed with ashes…….
I begged and I crawled
into his lap only for shelter….
covering my body and soul
meditatively with cushion of a thought
- May be the artist of mannequin
knows better about her
rather than
what mannequin thinks about herself.
~nidhi
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Comments (6)
wow i remember last night i dreamed something about a needle stiching up my lips. this is also in your poem. how powerful is that?
that's a beautiful poem. I feel like a manniquin sometimes.
R. Hood/Sunsetheart
Hello young one
the emotionality and strength of your words made me weak, made me feel
oh so human and weak. I think we all need to cry in the dark of the night
we all take that alone time with the one who is larger and greater than life
it'self and we are all weak when we want to be strong.
I was lost in your longing words.....I *smile* thank you dear one.....
How are you doing? Haven't heard from you for a while now. I hope you are good if not my prayers will be with you
The Signature Of A True Human Is The Smile He/She Brings On The Face Of Others.
LonelyPoet