Thursday, 14 June 2012

Poem : Delusion of Love


                                  Hazy was her world,
                                              Beatitude played hide n seek; 
                                  A life uncared for and bleak,
                                              Lay under a cindery sheet;
                                  As if a pebble diminutive.


                                  His oblivious elevation,
                                              Sheltering warmth;
                                  And auspices to name a few,
                                              Made dreary dainty brave;
                                  Into a world exclave.


                                  Radiating in euphoria,
                                              Enthralled in embrace;
                                  Of his unbounded care,
                                              Into a bauble she turns;
                                  Submitting to him forever.


                                  But alas! 
                                              Care he does shower,
                                  Yet, heart bestowed
                                              To that fairness enchanter; 
                                  Who is his loveliest wonder.


                                  Scarcity in the midst of opulence,
                                              Hope turning to despair;
                                  She remains in a life of glorious hollow,
                                              with companion loneliness;
                                  Holding her hand to always follow ...............

Ruprekha Mushahary
2nd May 2011

9 comments:

  1. Ruprekha,

    Pangs of loneliness told so well again.

    Take care

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  2. "Scarcity in the midst of opulence,
    Hope turning to despair;
    She remains in a life of glorious hollow,
    with companion loneliness;
    Holding her hand to always follow ..............."

    I see these lines speak the whole story- the state man cannot live in- lonesomeness!

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  3. This was a lovely poetic weave Rupreka, which I missed to read!

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  4. interesting one!got through your blog via guwahaticity, do check my blog if you love dark poetry- http://starsintherearviewmirror.blogspot.in/

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