Painful, it is
when life whips at you,
with lacerating blows !
And you wail, anyone will !
Unless you're blessed,
that continues.......
Perhaps, it is a test
or a lesson of forbearance !
A stage comes when,
skin metamorphoses into hide...
when you no longer feel the pangs
& tears dry before they betide !
And, all of a sudden,
they stop...the whips!
And you start missing them,
the void of pain pains!
nice!!!! u r missing it ????????
ReplyDelete"A stage comes when,
ReplyDeleteskin metamorphoses into hide...
when you no longer feel the pangs
& tears dry before they betide !
And, all of a sudden,
they stop...the whips!
And you start missing them,"
Great poem - pain turning to anger till you're transformed into something else entirely...
Sometimes life does make us feel this way - as if this is what's happening to us. However
http://musememoir.blogspot.com/2010/06/life.html
nice one!!!
ReplyDeleteloved the lines: skin metamorphoses into hide...
& tears dry before they betide !
Thanks Vignesh, I haven't reached that stage yet! :P
ReplyDeleteThanks, Anubhav & Nikhil !
And, all of a sudden,
ReplyDeletethey stop...the whips!
And you start missing them,
the void of pain pains!
Vague.Occupied Void. It somehow seems to wriggle the soul.
And Metamorphosis reminds me of Metamorphosis by Kafka..
Thankyou for comments.
ReplyDeleteVoid is always vague, like the black hole.
And the intent WAS to wriggle the soul, glad it did.