Sunday, February 27, 2011

21st Aug' 2005
(In remembrance of the sad phase....that's now a lifetime away)

Mother, mother
I'm no more
I ran
from you,
your eyes,
your voices in my head...
I ran
from your shadow
shadowing me
I ran from
your life,
my death.
shadows have a way
of catching up
from the front
when you look back
Mommy knows best
all think
but cannot see
the woman in her,
in me
the fire inside
solid rock
the serpents
under porous glass
the love, the hate,
the tricks, the trade
Wishes cannot unjumble
the lost words
Wishes cannot untangle
time from the cobwebs
spun by hearts of gold
and sticky intent.
In those
you forgot to live,
to be, to hear
or to break free
from the travails
of a captured soul
by that man
you called hon
and in incongruous hate
passed them all
to your son!
Oh, you mummified lot
as the corpse begins
to rot
your heart still bleeds
through hollow eyes
and murky tears
haunt the world
that you mollified
with your purpose.
love me
but leave me
and go to
where you belong
we will survive
in your virtual absence
make it real
leave me
for your sake
and put
the barking dogs to sleep
And let me be
I'll find a way
to live!


  1. A brilliant poem but extremely sad. Sadness seeps into the reader's consciousness as we read on. That also speaks for the haunting power of the poem. Keep it up! God bless you.

    1. Sir, I have come to learn that the only way to escape the sadness is to confront it. The duel is still on; I win some, I lose some!Thanks for sharing your view.

  2. You need to publish your work. Your writing is brilliant. --Sacha

    1. Thanks, Sacha. Que sera, sera. I hope to grow and encouragement is a catalyst.


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