Tuesday, November 16

You are not You

The delectable words,
The smothering eyes,
The precarious memories,
The smokey touch,
The scars of pain,
The  playful fingers,
The smacks of taste.

...When I see you safe in the frame by my bed.


The fiery words,
The stone cold eyes,
The forgotten memories,
The lost touch,
The unfeeling skin,
The tired fingers,
The spiteful tongue.

... when I see you lying besides me, lost in a private ethereal world.


Should I just stare and love you  both?
Or
Should I pick up my choice with shaking hands and walk...





13 comments:

Vetri said...

Simply Superb. Its hard to overcome post like this. Can i forward the same to my team so that after reviewing we can get authentication from you printing the same in my magazine...

Amropali said...

Oh! I am honoured.
^_^

I shall agree to it if you agree to send me a copy. ;)

Rek Sesh said...

hard hitting....like your way of expression throughout the blog... ;)

Karan said...

awesome writin but being a critic i m .. i jus hope it does'n go vice-versa ..

Amropali said...

@ shefali- Thanx. :)

@Karan->hope is sometimes a brilliant thing.

Er. said...

Sharing this on my twitter page. Its rare when a poem strikes a chord in me deep within. Maybe, the circumstances? Anyway. Brilliantly written. Keep writing. (:

Amropali said...

@Arjit--> thanx for sharing.
Appreciate it.
=)

Er. said...

Quick. Very quick. RT'd by some friends of mine, too. :)

magiceye said...

brilliant perspective!

wanderer said...

great take my friend...


Dear reader coming your way is a series of our offerings on time called SHOMOY - the moments. SHOMOY is a Bengali word meaning time. Here we depict the different faces of time through our painted words and written images. So watch out for
SHOMOY - the moments

Amropali said...

Oh! I am honoured.
^_^

I shall agree to it if you agree to send me a copy. ;)

Amropali said...

@ shefali- Thanx. :)

@Karan->hope is sometimes a brilliant thing.

Amropali said...

Unspoken words yet explained with emotions.