Thursday, July 28, 2011

I stood there seeing.


I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they holding hands
The street lights low
The night so dark
They looked into each other’s eyes
It was the color of love that I saw
And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they
They had killed them
For she was rich and he learned alone
It was the color of hatred that I saw
And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they
They held their child’s hand
And looked at each other while gay
It was the color of nourishment that I saw
And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they
Their son had just thrown them out
They stood alone in dismay
It was the color of betrayal that I saw
And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they
She carried a child and they made merry
She gave birth to a pretty lil girl
It was the color of motherhood that I saw
And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they
Snatched her little one from her hands
She didn’t even feed her well
They killed her in front of her eyes
It was the color of depravity that I saw
And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they
She played with her sort
They giggled and laughed
It was the color of childhood that I saw
And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they
Picked her up from her way to a place dark
She shouted but the beast didn’t keep at bay
Torne her spirits while he tore her clothes apart
And she jumped from the bridge
Only to not let her folks feel ashamed
It was the color of destruction that I saw
And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they
They had managed to sell the pencils at the signals
Had collected a ten chips
A smile so wide for now they will fill
The empty belly that was empty still
It was a color of innocence that I saw
And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge
At the other stood they
Went to the vendor with the ten chips
To get a frooti they held their hand forward
He pushed them aside saying it’s for twelve
But ten was all they had
The smile vanished into thin air
Away, looking down they went
It was the color of helplessness that I saw
And I stood there seeing

Who am i?
I may be you, or you or might just be you too
And I keep seeing with a blind eye
Keep hearing with a deaf ear
To what shouldn’t be there and what should be fought
I stand alone at the other end and watch
For I am safe and splendid as yet.

19 comments:

  1. very nice keep it up!

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  2. There is a saying by Charles Peguy,
    "A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts, The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket."
    And you're certainly 'not' the latter one Priyanka Bhardwaj!!

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  3. this one is beautiful..no gyan from my side on this.. cn be placed in
    a literture book for sure.. too gud mithii...

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  4. Thanks a lot guys, much needed encouragement :) :)
    Thanks a lot :)

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  5. Priyanka Bharadwaj.
    You're an angel.
    An angel who writes ;)

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  6. I stood at one end of the bridge
    At the other stood they
    holding hands in that loving way
    its then that i realized
    love is there to stay.

    that was pretty intense. :)

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  7. btw i agree with the 17 year old. he said a word of wisdom :P

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  8. and the shower of sweetness flows again :D

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  9. i believe pours is the word you are looking for. :)

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  10. Babe? It's so shocking(in a goodway) I once wrote a poem which was something like,
    "I stood at one end of the railing
    On the other end stood they"
    I'm sure to tear it into bits for this is so freakin' good! :)

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  11. I so want to read it! and thanks a lot Greeshma :)

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  12. Oh its not as good! I just write sometimes to kill time. Nothing great.
    But, goodness! You're are awe-inspiring (:

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