29 October, 2010

This, your gift

The worst gift, this,
what you left behind,
when we turned different corners,
after I hurled words at you, this,
this is what you slyly slid into my palms.

Unawares I went home,
with no hand in mine,
no fingers entwined,
with a possible heart
full of love.

Now he is standing beside me,
and when he smiled, this, your gift,
lifted over my eyes,
like a light veil,
or a bright volcano, of
my inability, to
love anymore.

8 comments:

  1. Kirti this is really Beautiful!

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  2. This is really well written Kirti.
    Loved the way it flowed and kept me thinking till the end. Super like THIS one. :)

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  3. Wow beautifully written and so much pain, an intense sense of rejection and loss gorgeous

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  4. amazing,
    message well sent.

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  5. Beautiful poem. Very well done!

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  6. perfect.


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