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Of Love Lost

  • Feb. 11th, 2009 at 12:32 AM
It's been ages since my last post..  And yet again, a pome do I bring you.

I originally wrote it in three parts.  The first two, on separate journeys to the photocopy machine.  (I hate the amount of paper that this organization uses up.  Every thing needs 20 hard-copies or more!)  The last two stanzas were written soon as it copied this stuff onto my laptop.  You'll probably notice the variation in the words, but read as a whole, I think it adds a little something that would'nt have come if I'd written it all in a flow.

I've been extremely tired of late, the stress and strain of the days wear me down.  Add to that, a new bout of Insomnia.  I've been snatching brief wisps of sleep, barely lasting an hour or two at night, and then crawling out of bed with eyes feeling like someone's thrown a handful of grit into them.

Any way, moving right along, try not to read anything into this pome please.  Try not to do that, and then..  and only then, slip under the cut:

" O f     L o v e     L o s t "

He walks for miles, an eternity or so....
       and yet, time unending..  he carries hope.
For he promised her heart, he'd one day return,
       He promised her hope, and his heart in turn.

Through heat and cold, a foot at a time,
       laid ahead of the other, a senseless rhyme.
and through it all, an image of her,
       he carried in his mind as it were....

A world away, embedded in a separate world,
       she hopes he'll wink at her, a smile to touch the bold..
he tells her he loves her, she believes it not hollow,
       her heart teaches her of the path to follow.

A year and a half, time the healer of pain,
       the past forgotten, a broken chain.
He had promised, and his word he kept and one day returned,
       to find it was'nt him..  a dream rudely burned!

A child with muddy cuffs hugs his thigh,
       a tear so honestly wet..  A man can cry.
He loved her so, but she sought another,
       her child so small, and he was'nt the father.

Slow and heavy, his heart did beat,
       calloused fingers clawed in heat,
he bit down upon a lip and sighed,
       when on his journey, he should have died.

Angirasa - 20090210


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inspirethoughts wrote:
Feb. 10th, 2009 08:45 pm (UTC)
Beautiful! Very nicely shown the pain.
angiasaa wrote:
Feb. 11th, 2009 04:20 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)

I should tag a disclaimer onto my pomes now. People are calling me up and asking me "what's wrong?". :-|
inspirethoughts wrote:
Feb. 11th, 2009 03:22 pm (UTC)
LOL! I guess since u r writing abt pain, people are assuming u lost in love or smthing that kind...LOL!

angiasaa wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 06:22 am (UTC)
lol! I wish.. When people are in love, even pain hurts beautifully na? :) So, if I was in love, they should'nt be getting so worried. :-)
subtle_blues wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 01:21 pm (UTC)
When people are in love, even pain hurts beautifully na?
Yup. We fight and struggle to hold it together, but the moment the heart's broke, it's a deep, sweet, indescribable pain. It's lovely and horrible at the same time.

Sweet pome.
angiasaa wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 06:28 pm (UTC)
Lovely and horrible at the same time.. I want to write a book about it. :(

Thank you..
inspirethoughts wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 03:50 pm (UTC)
When people are in love, even pain hurts beautifully na?

Oh Yes, most certainly beautiful, a pain that is so beautiful that you never realize it is pain. I wrote about a similar pain in one of my poems a while ago, when I was in pain because of a different reason, that brought out the pain that I had years ago related to love. (Confusing huh! Yeah, after I read the above lines that I wrote me too felt confusing..LOL!)

Well, anyways, this is what I had written: http://inspirethoughts.livejournal.com/70664.html

I warn you that it is filled with lots of pain.
angiasaa wrote:
Feb. 18th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
The pain in the end comes clear and concise.. :(

Makes me wish I never fall in love.. But then, that's not all there is left now, is there?

Not confusing at all, I know what you mean to a 't'. I've been in your shoes oh so often in my procrastinations.. I've lived a long life.. and I've had ample time to myself to brood and ponder. Love one of the more frequent subjects back then..

Still is..
inspirethoughts wrote:
Feb. 18th, 2009 07:14 pm (UTC)
Oh yes, I feel the same too...That was the most hardest thing that went thru my life (even my split with my ex-husband was not that painful). It still hurts whenever I am in pain of because of anything. Funny thing is that the causer of the pain says that now is that he realizes what he had lost in his life. Well, buddy that train has left the station and it is a one-way railroad is what I told him.

It hurts to bitter sometimes. And still is...even now when I think abt it while writing this.
(no subject) - (Anonymous) - Feb. 11th, 2009 10:01 am (UTC)
angiasaa wrote:
Feb. 11th, 2009 10:57 am (UTC)
Each part is two stanzas long. :)

The last one was added on just before I upped the post. It was initially supposed to end at 4 stanzas.. But when I typed it out, I felt the reader ought to be given a little less doubt and a little more certainty. I hate it when people get my story wrong. But I love it if they get it right, or don't understand it at all. :)

I added the last two, to solidify the end, rather than leaving it open-ended, with too much of a shadow of doubt.

Thanks. :)
nikitamehta wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 04:52 am (UTC)
This is a pome I choose not to comment on, but merely envelop myself in the emotions that burst forth.

I just hope that love isnt like this for you.
angiasaa wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 06:24 am (UTC)
Fair enough. Though I do hope you enjoyed it. :)

Whatever form love should take, it's not mine to question, but to take. Nahi? :)
nikitamehta wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 07:23 am (UTC)
I think its how you view love, which is what makes it ugly or beautiful..

and yes I did enjoy the pome.. one of your finer works.
angiasaa wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 10:43 am (UTC)
When in love, most things to do with it tend, I think, to look beautiful..

Thank you. :)
pun_princess wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 01:53 pm (UTC)
Did you read HT sunday magazine last sunday? :P

B'ful words...
yeah a man can love and cry too :)
but why such men are so few??? :(

Its funny , the string called relationship hanging b/w two ends. The equilibrium is always biased towards one end ...mostly towards the end which is more *unattached*

rambling...rambling...my mind wanders....
angiasaa wrote:
Feb. 12th, 2009 06:27 pm (UTC)
Nope.. Was there anything specific there I should have read? :) I don't get a copy of HT at home, so no clue.

Thank you. :)
Such men are not few. Most men are like that. Sometimes, it's just about finding someone you can gel with. Often, it's not every woman that can make a man cry.. There'll always be that someone special who can bring a guy to his knees, just by saying "Hello!". But such men as exist, women will not notice. :)

You speak words of wisdom there. :) The balance that holds a relationship in equilibrium always veers toward the node that's weakest for that relationship. Always. Sometimes it's artificially induced, but it's always there..