Tuesday, April 20, 2010

wry

i met a striking someone today.
young and tall with no dismay.
said i knew a kin of his & he said that she died this may.
she always smiled hiding her pain,
the colors, the feelings, all she betrayed.

i could never sing in her style.
she plucked on the strings with a wry smile
hoping the moments halted to her will
smiling she stayed till her thoughts went still.

i met a someone striking today.
young and tall with no dismay.
said i knew a kin of his
said that she died 4 years ago in may.


(dedicated to someone important i knew)


we have no form, therefore we fear it, and because we are formless, we revere it.thus, we are slain..

10 comments:

Dyskrasia said...

It is as beautiful and as cataclysmic as the person written about.

blood on the ground.. said...

oh! yes, you know the person. i wonder if she really were cataclysmic. you barely knew her.

jansua said...

It's beautiful my friend..

blood on the ground.. said...

though not as beautiful as you, i still thank you for feeling so, my friend :)

Amit Singh said...

A soliloquy..is it? though it is beautifully composed, m not sure i quite got who it is about. i have an idea though, i may be wrong...but what is left in being right?

blood on the ground.. said...

yes, it is.. a soliloquy.. indeed it is.
you don't know the person.though i have mentioned her to you, however in the passing only. so, you could be right as well. the only person who brings me to a convulsion of different emotions.

Amit Singh said...

Oh! ok. I think I have more than an idea now. But my friend, it is nice to see you write...that even poetry.

blood on the ground.. said...

thanks. i appreciate the encouragement masked in compliment

Anonymous said...

Sort of haunting, but still has a touch of celebration of the person. It makes me want to know much more about them.

blood on the ground.. said...

well, i have been itching to know more about the person as well if not about the writer or the kin.