Thursday, December 04, 2008

Lover Eye

She stared back,
She stared me equally tensed,
No smile, No frown.
Not knowing what to do?
Am i alive or dead?
She wanted to figure her existence in my stare,
She was there on the audience,
And me the clown of the show trying to fit the case,
The innocence was too much to miss.

Every smile in my face answers all the truth she ever wanted to know,
But this evening was different.
Was she herself?
Did she know that only I can see her and no one else.
Does she realise only her presence can be felt but not seen by the rest,
But she was all my eyes lies.

Bringing back the sweet memories of the old past,
The same passion,
The same kindness.
A past I wished to wash off,
A past that remembered when an emotional apocalypse creates repression in my brains,
I tried to save my fumbling,
But as always end up ruining my character,
Then to distract I shouted loud my verse,
"O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour........"

Naah it couldn’t catch the right pitch,
Nor the feel it should have,
Again I promised that this was my last attempt to stage.
My passion was her sacrifice.

My mind flew back to the days of her life,
Memory of her presence,
Her love for my act,
Inspiration it all was.
The memory of her act,
The tragedy it all was.
Little I know the anger would kill the angel,
My life was cursed since then.

Now that my work was over,
I can't quit the stage,
And thought “No matter what, the show must go on ",
And then went straight to my beloved fiancée.


Aashi said...

beautiful.... :)

just the sort of jarred... dunno y...till there i felt the caress of each word..

Danny Earl Simmons said...

Yep, the eyes.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

A tragic story; well written and well told.

Morning said...

sad memories, Glad to see you pass it and write about it.

Happy Rally.

Kristen Haskell said...

..."but she was all my eyes lies." I love that line.

Larry, aka The Kid and The Old Goat said...

Sounds like the lost last love that haunts the present. Could be wrong.


Jack Edwards Poetry said...

Both touching and captivating. Well written.

Ann LeFlore said...

You can really feel the sad memories in your poem. I really enjoyed this and hope you have a really happy rally this week. Thanks for sharing

Anonymous said...

lovely one.. the show must indeed go on :)

Teresa Marie said...

Wow, I was caught off guard at the end too. Very well written and loved the twist!

Anonymous said...

Very touching, and nicely written.

Isadora said...

So sad ... need tissues.
Well done,

my entry for the Poets Rally:

Ava said...

Well-written. It was a pleasure to read. My poet's rally poem:

Anonymous said...

Well done, I enjoyed reading your words. :)

William Leed said...

Well done and well written.

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