Sunday, May 2, 2010

Death of Emotion

For the last few days its being easier for me to write poetry (though sporadically) than articles. Lets see whats next in store.

Death of Emotion

His heart clenched

When he saw her on board

A wishful prayer

Of God bought forth

She walked inside

Took a seat facing his back

He kept turning

To figure her outta pack

It’s being few months since

He’d last had a glimpse

The place was same

But the time different

But this time

T’was a long haul

He kept turning

As history strolled

They’d talked once

He’d always remember

Days of adolescence

Were full of adventure

They’d walked together

Talking ‘bout world

As one’s fancies flew

One’s was unruffled

He confided his love

As his nature was so

He paid a price

She forget him soon

They met twice again

But she didn’t ‘cognize

As his heart clenched

Her beat fine

Today when she board

His emotions soared

And gave a shriek

Of an animal getting caught

It’s being long time

He consoled himself

The death of emotion

is consolation.

© Tarun Mitra

April 16th, 2010


Mridula said...

Hmm love is an overrated concept? :D

Megha said...

maybe it's a second chance...

D2 said...

Love exists in many forms, just not what they call true love!
Well written.

Gyanban said...

She forget him soon

is this by design?

Tavish Chadha( said...

Visited your blog after a long time... lovely lines... loved the whole... keep them comeing...


karan a said...

Is it necessary to exprees in love! Sometimes silence says a lot more than words!

ANULAL said...

well, it is as if sadness is the shadow of love.

Reader Wil said...

Love and sadness go hand in hand. Beautiful poem!

karan a said...

Hey Tarun, an award is awaiting for you at my blog! Congratulations!

karan a said...

PS: An award is waiting for you at my blog! Congratulations!

indicaspecies said...

There comes times in life when emotions overflow and then words overtake. Good job. Keep writing.

Shivani said...

i Guess its too late to comment but anyways gud one too