Sunday, November 20, 2005

Her wrath....

Shaking the innocent look~ Truth hurts..and pours out quickly.
Anger spilled~ Words spat~ Her wrath had begun.
Misunderstood~ Some things happen to stall time.

She seemed amazed and pensive.

Love was harsh and truth was cold.
Love is painful~ Wrath mellowed.
Melting moments.

The story unfolds.


Dedicated to Nivzy...

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

so perfect ro, thanks. love u babe!

Vanathi said...

Good poem...

susubala said...

Cute inspiring thoughts u've got for Nizvy.

Babushka said...

i loved the imagery...
and pictured truth to be red while it's spilled itself into reality...
felt it...

gautami tripathy said...

Suddenly she got up from her stupor. She looked at her infant daughter. Life has to go on despite everything....

Continues...

the_ego_has_landed said...

HEY!people!
thanks for ur comments:)
n gautami...twas a beautiful comment:)