In the eyes of the fragile *****
The world was all placid
Passive, the girl had been made so
Trapped in the era’s all civilities
And delicately softened with the suppression of feelings
For the expression of them came across as rude
Thus her inferior position in the dwelling rendered her mute
For a thought of her very own was deemed inappropriate
Yet, Edmund’s support since the beginning, always stayed
Edmund, this cousin so dear, the obliging one
The one for whom her feelings grew against all odds
The secret, endearing wish for a deeper affection
And the realization of the impossibility of such connection
Swirled within as conflicting thoughts
Tormenting her already wretched soul
And the presence of Miss Crawford
With her magnificence, left her torn
Her charm thus clouded a manipulative nature
But blinded the sensitive Edmund with elusive rapture
And hurt poor ***** who saw it all so clear
How to bear the loss of a companion so dear?
Deceptive motives so well masked
Yet ***** should deny it when so asked
Because she was not to choose
Because Mary was not one to lose
Despite her acting nice to *****
Were her intentions sincere?
***** certainly was no figure to revere
How was she to save her cousin from delusion?
The answer was yet to come
For now, the road was lonesome...

-10/05/10

This connection;
Lovely emotion
Butterflies in the candid heart;
So is revealed a beautiful start
In those fascinating eyes;
A story so deep, so wise
Lost in the conversation;
Absorbed with fascination
The innocent wish of more;
For being friends isn’t all
One encounter;
Now this sweet desire
Words flowing so swiftly;
It was simply chemistry
This ease not felt for so long
And then he came along,
Changed it all
Curbed the emotional fall
And made “it” real
Please meet me someday
Be my friend, if you may
Be the light at the end of the tunnel
For me to shine though I am no belle
Yet I am hoping for you
Because I’ve been love-struck by you
And I am not ready to give up
Not for now, never....

-06/02/10

Contemplating the dark
With a life neither bright nor stark
Shrivelled and fragile inside
Aiming for wonders of the glorious mind
With the sun peeping out from ominous clouds
Undisguised, yet elusive, towards an onset of doubts
Shrouding any fallacy
Cultivating mere fantasy
And the phantom of a far-fetched imagination
To bring out an electric, yet marvellous sensation
Shut inside a mysterious cage
Grasping poetry like some sage
Aiming for aloofness
While mourning over the senseless
Forever the beauty of words is a myth
Forever superficiality is a filth
The sublime scenery of sunset swish
Warms the heart, treasuring one’s deepest wish
Via the shimmering dawn
The azure sky I so adorn
To sniff the sweet odour of nature
All alone, as solitary as ever, with a hazy future
Nobody can gauge the depth of the imaginary
And taste the splendour of the ordinary
All this simplicity unravels a cosy palace
Where art is sacred; where the aesthetic is a solace
To end up in sensuous poetry
In which there’s no calculated geometry
Where the comfort of spontaneity is soothing
And readiness is but a blessing
For in poetry, a loner like me finds her grace
For via poetry, the solitary is free to embrace
And through the line of a verse, the loner dwells a florid universe…

-07/04/07

The splendour of sunset in the far horizon
The wonder of mixing colours in a crimson
Your eyes were shining
My heart was glinting
Hugging tightly, your perfume I smelled
So innocent, so vivid, your world I dwelled
Waiting for some tenderness
Hoping for the endless
Nourishing the hope of seeing you
With the sky above you, so blue
Yet no words, not even a smile
You averted my eyes for a while
Your coldness chilled my zeal
Though my love for you was real
An unrequited passion
A depressing emotion
You took away my dreams
Nothing's no longer what it seems
Goodbye is all I can say
With the hope to see you later; one day...

-18/03/07

To the lost soul
We try to think, we try to laugh
Never have we imagined being so close
And yet so far, life sure is morose
With streaks of darkness brushing the painting
Of an abstract meaning, with a sense of belonging
Never have we imagined that to have a dream is a utopia
Illusion remains in this world full of the useless; of trivia
We wish to believe
We hope to live
We want to cling to some desperate hope
We stare at the high sky
And gaze at night, with stars so bright
We dream of flying to a faraway place
When nothing here is worth; where love is no more a grace
That’s why we wish for more
We look for the space outdoor
Could it be that outside something better is waiting for us?
Or is it only stupid to delve in other treasures and to blindly trust?
We never know what’s awaiting us; are we going to meet the fairies?
Life is like a river; it carries away with it all the memories
Facing challenges, enjoying every blissful moment
Treasuring what is dear to us, looking forward to any happy event
These and many other more form part of our boring life
Where we need to struggle and continuously fight
Otherwise what would be the purpose of living?
We have to be strong; and continue believing
Faith, a reason to live, a goal to attain
Never should we let go; to love always and again
Because this is the only way for us to achieve happiness
And to forever dream, to never wake up, to enjoy the endless...

-20/12/07