Thursday 22 March 2012

To the dreaded dawn, the whining mirror and the nasty wind


An ashen face and trembling fingers
I held my bottle and gulped it down
With the mirror shouting, you are dying
I whispered in its ears, “I know”
As I dragged my feet towards the window
A gush of air pushed me away
The struggle between the two of us
The wind and I, consummated with the beginning of the day

I pranced through the meadows
In sunshine yellow and strawberry pink
A floral scarf, that went down till my knees
I kissed the air, to the sun I winked
Friends and folks beamed at my smile
I reassured them I was doing fine
I danced through the day and celebrated the feast
With my world, through the day I drank and dined
The day took off, the evening was here
The coats were put, feet marched towards their caves
I stood at the road with my eyes glued to the way
One for my home, one to a place far away
And again I gave up that thought
For the house, I left astray

As I shed off the cloak of the gaiety I wore
The mirror again shouted you’re living as the world’s whore
You smile because they want you to, dance to their song
I shouted “He stole my breathe and left me to a life forlorn,
Let me smile at the world and hide the tear they mistake for a glint in my eye
Let me dance to their tune
For the rhythm of my life has turned wry"

I and mirror quibbled through the night
The wind kept at bay, watching the brawl
I talked through the night, as it heard me whine
I drunk all my pain once again till those wee hours

Then afraid of the inevitable I peeped through the pane
As another day had commenced again.




6 comments:

  1. This made me go all dizzy for a while. Such is the impact of your poetry Priyanka. It's so visual and poignant!
    All my love! :*

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  2. I love the rhyme. I love the choice of words and I love the theme. Need I say how much I love the poetess you? Much more than I will ever say.. Mmuah..

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  3. your writing is just stupendous....

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  4. Its amazing how people can accept death as it comes, sometimes even be the cause of of it and in contrast , sometimes even work so hard to live through it.
    I love love the part about the robes. Its .. I don't know , way deeper than anybody'd perceive it to be. How often do we condescend to robes of gaiety just to appear happier on the surface ? Strange.
    Anyway, I need to stop babbling. This was gorgeous. :*

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  5. Greeshma, Neha & Juhi : You girls, Thank you so much :* :)

    Aayushi: and even strange is the fact, that we hardly ever want to.. even after this we want someone to see through us and ..
    Well ..Thank you honey :*

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  6. Her well of tears has dried up. Her ocean of longings hasn't...

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