Tryst with Loss





From the deepest, and the darkest nook,
alleys and mazes of my thoughts,
Hidden  from facebook, 
Not allowed even in my dreams. 
I have hidden her from myself too.


Is she shameful or is she immoral?
Dogmatic, academic, eerie or fearful?
So tender, so nimble, that
the faintest touch.
Create tenacious memories.


Lest it can’t be stopped.
I am never looking,
yet I keep finding.
Right now, I am waiting.
Just to lose her,  forever.

Comments

  1. Seena KarimbumkaraJanuary 2, 2013 at 9:13 PM

    'She' is indeed intriguing..

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  2. Sarat KasyapJanuary 3, 2013 at 3:30 PM

    soulful...

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  3. guptham7January 4, 2013 at 12:54 AM

    great........ love to be "you">>>>>>>>>>>>

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2013 at 9:31 AM

    This poem touched me somewhere. Especially its pain of the last two lines:
    "Right now, I am waiting. Just to lose her, forever."

    ReplyDelete

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