Saturday, August 28, 2010

Justice

Justice

I waited for you
and finally you came
the absurd night was spread
on my bed
like broken glass
splintered.

The distant lights of stars
were absurd too,
You had the flowers from
mortuary in your hands,
That night
the unforgivable savagery
was the witness
of our Union.

You said" I did what I had to do,
but I never knew
who you were,
who I was,
In this absurd night
we fumbled for an existence.
But remember :
This night will come to an end
one day,
The flower from mortuary
WILL forgive us
that day and
THY WILL BE DONE."

5 comments:

  1. one dares to be different in the face of adversity! u have captured the pathos of solitude on on your wordy canvas :)

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  2. a wait and faith, blind or not, are the most toxic combination of a potion called hope...

    i feel the yearning, the desire, the struggle against despair...amiya ji...with all my love :)

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  3. before making a comment on the poem I must say today I am not in a mood to appreciate a poem. yet I would say the last stanza evoked something in me rather the whole poem...something cold...made me remember something forgotten rather buried.
    however I will be back soon to revisit and find a new meaning.

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  4. @ Sunita
    Pathos of solitude
    I ke that phrase

    @ Rina
    I kknow you feel the yearning
    and thats what keep us loving.

    @ To touch
    Do you remember ......???

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  5. flowers from mortuary..it seems to me from this line that there is a faint ray of positivity in dungeon too

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