Saturday, August 13, 2011

The time poetry ran dry.

It is often that I do not care,
but that night presented a grim picture,
when assumptions were apprehended,
and distastes were spelled out.
While I bore the brunt of the animosity,
and I was slightly shriveled,
at how clear misunderstandings can be.
I smiled, and sobbed.
Clear, gurgled sobs.
Not unhappy.
Just misunderstood.
Presented as the picture of abhorrence,
I chose to stay mum.
And as I question the unfairness of it all,
the words that you so unleashed,
come back to me, like a gust of wind would,
and the sobs choose to appear,
and I'm left weak and insecure.


shooting star said...

hurt and insecurity..the two things that can drive the mind insane!!

LaVerella said...

thank you so much for your lovely comment! :)

great text!

divsi said...

nothins worst than bein misunderstud:((
so aptly put!!!

Anonymous said...

lovely poem. expressed inside from deep heart

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Misunderstandings, they are such a pain. Leave us with no scope of rebuttal or proof.

Beautiful post.

Blasphemous Aesthete

Meghana said...

"I was slightly shriveled,
at how clear misunderstandings can be."



Sam said...

Heya, I like.
no, kinda love. :)

aakash said...

beautiful. :)
you sure speak a heart out Meher.