Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Defeat

I could rage like an ocean misplaced
And send storms your way,
Clobbering everything in my path to dust.
I could send out messages
Of winter trains,
Stories of faith and trust.
In all hard fact, I could even
Enchain you and hold you tight,
So tight that you can’t breathe.

I may wait, miserable and cold,
Like a mutt in the rain,
And wait for you to see me.
I may leave passing notes and tears astray.
I may, however small,
Even send out a prayer each day.

I would want different stars for me.
But as you lie in my arms and gaze
Into her eyes,
I’d still lose…

5 comments:

Sujata Ravi said...

Wow. That's simple, and so honest. It captures resignation and heartbreak perfectly.

silencespeaksloud said...

hmmm...past, present or random???

rupchere said...

"I'd still lose...". aye.

"effervescencia" said...

@Sujata: Thanks!
@Neelav: Msg me your phone number. And as for your question, present.
@Rupsa: aye, aye...

Sandeep said...

pity the eyes that shunt such rage, such passion....