Monday, October 23, 2006

Lost in the unknown..,

When the chirpers sang fine
Days of fun, sunshine and wine
A person, to her, so fond,
Said he saw something beyond
Busting off the thin line

Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear. It cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past, the friendship I have had in my heart for you, has ripened into a deeper feeling, a feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it you? Ah! It is love which makes me so bold!

He spoke tales of love; his hands she sought
Was all talks, a bait, that got her caught?
Soon, saw herself, by Truth, to be buffeted
Vented at the one who mattered
For dreams had dissolved, into naught

At the mention of the name, her overwrought nerves would give way and she would burst into tears. Would she never stop stabbing him to the heart? Her only thought had been to make him happy and safe but every turn she seemed to hurt him. She had wrecked his life, broken his pride and self-respect, shattered that inner peace, that calm based on integrity.

But he understood, it wasn’t, acts of irreverence
As things were not within her inference
While, he, letting her get a bit uppity
Took it all, handling her with dignity
All along crumbling inside with impuissance

She was tired, more tired than she had ever been in all her life. The strain under which she had been laboring, the strain which had given her strength, suddenly snapped. She felt exhausted in body and drained of emotions. Now she felt no sorrow or remorse, no fear or amazement. She was just tired and her mind ticked dully, mechanically, as the clock on the mantel. Out of the dullness, one thought arose. He did not love her and had never really loved her and that knowledge did not hurt. It should hurt. She should be desolate, broken-hearted, ready to scream at fate. She had relied upon his love for long. It had upheld her through so many dark places. Yet, there the truth was. He did not love her and she did not care. She did not care because she did not love him. She did not love him and so nothing he could do or say could hurt her. She was confused, because she definitely felt she loved him, loved him for years. Can love change into apathy in a minute? But the truth is it could change and it had.

Though the Truth and others keep them apart
It may linger, in trace, in their heart
Life has means, for bliss, to upon descend
A way - let somethings go with the wind,
Even when the dears don’t depart

1 comment:

SRK said...

Master @ work. Limerickaa, nalla iruku.Aanna ezhutaruthaku pathi time word web la thaan spend panni irrupaenu ninaikiraen