From The Bard's Pen

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

- Hamlet

Saturday, May 30, 2009

And then the gods laughed!!

She drew lines.. lifelines in his palm
Tracing the time they would be together
Her own lines washed away like barren sands
And then the gods laughed..

She caressed her womb
Talking to her unborn
Telling stories, sharing smiles
Knowing perhaps that she won’t get
Many such chances
And whenever she paused for breath
The gods laughed..

In her final borrowed breaths
She asked all to keep an eye on her babe
She died clasping the little one’s hand
And then the gods laughed..

And now the little one
Searches for her mother in the starry skies
And the nights when there are no moons
She is silent ... waiting for the voice that sang her first lullaby
And now the gods also have averted their eyes...
Musings of at

5 comments:

  1. AnonymousJune 1, 2009 at 2:58 PM

    :'(
    Lovely words but am too sad to say anything more.

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  2. UnknownJune 6, 2009 at 3:05 AM

    it is amazing how well you express! brilliant poem , again


    Cheers,
    Sharad
    Medley

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  3. The Fallen AngelJune 9, 2009 at 3:52 PM

    Choco.. Would it seem really mean if I say that your being sad makes me happy?:P

    Cos it means the write touched your heart..:)

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  4. The Fallen AngelJune 9, 2009 at 3:53 PM

    Sharad... glad you liked it..

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  5. ani_asetJune 18, 2009 at 7:24 PM

    its beautiful..touche :)

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