Monday, December 06, 2010

Love



life
go cage others
do not bother me

death
i’ll follow you
till eternity

An old man
at gloaming
face turned towards
the dimming sun

unabashedly weeps
-pain twisted wrinkles
play hide and seek
in rayed shadows-

speaking of love,
loss
death.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful, but depressing.

Da Rodent said...

darknesss.. :)

Namrata said...

Lemunty: its supposed to be. Bleakly beautiful.. that's love. What does one do without it?

Rodent: Dark times call for dark measures :)

Anonymous said...

One gets on with life. :-). Instead of moping. I'm constituitionally lacking in romance. Which doesn't detract from the fact that you write gorgeous (depressing) poems.

Namrata said...

@lemunty: I don't mope!! Far from.. in fact it was this that made me believe in romance again. The fact that it doesnt need to be Hallmark cards and roses, but honest vulnerabilities that are not afraid to see the light of day.

And thank you :) Depressing wasn't quite the point:P

Anonymous said...

@your response to Lemunty: "The fact that it doesnt need to be Hallmark cards and roses, but honest vulnerabilities that are not afraid to see the light of day." Applause :)

Namrata said...

@Srini: *takes a bow* It's nice to be gifted with insight once in a while :)