Darkness cleaves at my blinding eyes,
my twisted soul no longer cries,
the rant of qualm still mocks at me,
I stumble in pieces of obscurity.
This sense of loss still lingers here,
I’m tortured by the gloom of fear,
no longer will I give in to pain,
the imp of hatred has been slain.
I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me through,
Will you not come back to me,
or are we just not meant to be?
Am I still the reason same?
Am I still the one to blame?
If my ardor could lead to sorrow,
will I be the same tomorrow?
Through bedlam and through anguish too,
I would mend the acrimony in me and you,
This lurid dream of lonesomeness,
of bitterness and wretchedness.
I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me through,
Will you not come back to me,
or are we just not meant to be?
my twisted soul no longer cries,
the rant of qualm still mocks at me,
I stumble in pieces of obscurity.
This sense of loss still lingers here,
I’m tortured by the gloom of fear,
no longer will I give in to pain,
the imp of hatred has been slain.
I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me through,
Will you not come back to me,
or are we just not meant to be?
Am I still the reason same?
Am I still the one to blame?
If my ardor could lead to sorrow,
will I be the same tomorrow?
Through bedlam and through anguish too,
I would mend the acrimony in me and you,
This lurid dream of lonesomeness,
of bitterness and wretchedness.
I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me through,
Will you not come back to me,
or are we just not meant to be?
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Its too gooood Wow ! I wish i cud write so well !
ReplyDeleteDark dark dark!!
ReplyDeleteHope the person comes back soon ;)
Good one !
I agree, its dark! but really well written...
ReplyDeletesadness, inspiration, a tear and beautiful lines..
ReplyDeletea mixture of all of this.. i am speechless
sigh !!
ReplyDeleteonly if the thigns could be this beautiful and feelings so pure .. but soem things are never meant to be !
We are not meant to be is the most crushing line any one can say. As usual, I loved it and wish that none of have to go through that cruel statement!
ReplyDeleteas usual mesmerizing.
ReplyDeleterhyming.
description.
story!
complete poem. but where is inspiration ??
adi....this is a repost of an earlier post on ur blog right? i distinctly rememeber reading this looooooong back....awesome one! this poem was so good that i recognized the piece instantly...way to go!
ReplyDeleteyes sandeep..i'm surprised you remember. :) actually i am suffering from a severe case of writer's block..have been trying for days to write something but only crap came out :P so i thought of using one of my earlier poems and i liked this one.
ReplyDeleteAsbah : The inspiration is to keep loving in spite of the hurt and pain.
"I have emerged from rancor and rue,
a rebirth of love to take me "through,