My heart aches in all its fullness
With all the love it has
Wondering what is it
That it has done so terribly wrong
Trying to think, but nay
It fails for it was made only to feel
Wondering what is it
That it persistently does to win such scorn
Blaming the maker or the potters
Or the one who holds it in her bosom
Wondering what is it
That turned a loving rose wooden
Remembering Neruda’s
“I could write the saddest lines tonight”
Wondering what was it
That drove the man to be so torn
Recollecting all the love it has given
The faults it has overlooked
Wondering what is it
That would take the human to be forgiven
Seething with anger
It even tries to fight back
But wondering why should it
Break a habit that does no one any harm
Sadly, acknowledging perhaps it does
For reasons known and unknown
Wondering what it would be like
To be a different form
Coursing a change of heart
It stills to steel
Wondering even more than before
Will everyone love me now?
Realizing its new found existence
And beating truthfully to the new ways
Wondering when is it
That love will finally happen
Alas! If only the life of a heart
Was as simple as this tale
Wondering when will it realize
The new faults are underway!
Wrote on 30.09.2012 while contemplating about the worldly ways
With all the love it has
Wondering what is it
That it has done so terribly wrong
Trying to think, but nay
It fails for it was made only to feel
Wondering what is it
That it persistently does to win such scorn
Blaming the maker or the potters
Or the one who holds it in her bosom
Wondering what is it
That turned a loving rose wooden
Remembering Neruda’s
“I could write the saddest lines tonight”
Wondering what was it
That drove the man to be so torn
Recollecting all the love it has given
The faults it has overlooked
Wondering what is it
That would take the human to be forgiven
Seething with anger
It even tries to fight back
But wondering why should it
Break a habit that does no one any harm
Sadly, acknowledging perhaps it does
For reasons known and unknown
Wondering what it would be like
To be a different form
Coursing a change of heart
It stills to steel
Wondering even more than before
Will everyone love me now?
Realizing its new found existence
And beating truthfully to the new ways
Wondering when is it
That love will finally happen
Alas! If only the life of a heart
Was as simple as this tale
Wondering when will it realize
The new faults are underway!
Wrote on 30.09.2012 while contemplating about the worldly ways
This is extremely well written, could so perfectly relate to each and every line. Great work !!
ReplyDeleteSincere apologies for the delayed reply. I think I was procrastinating. :( Now, I am geared up to visit my blog more often.
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of all, I liked this one the most for its beautiful lucidity ...
ReplyDeleteThanks The Book Worm. This one is very special to me. I was angry when I wrote this one. I think I follow that very often when it comes to poetry writing. What about you?
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