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Disoriented

6:00 AM - Alarm clock.
8:00 AM - Office calls.
1:00 PM - Lunch break
6:00 PM - Love awaits.
8:00 PM - Love departs.

A routine that we follow is named Love.
Difference? Is of a film to that of a theater.

How 'much' do you want?
One pound of flesh? no more, no less.
Or may be two stanzas full of four lines.

One will say the other betrayed,
The other will protest under another curtain.
If you can not find love
Inside the pauses,
After the lines,
Beyond the adjectives that die down
to yet another punctuation,
you haven't really felt love, have you?

And if you have,
still set the alarm clock to a time convenient,
You will never know
how time runs by and tide awaits
Where love lies dead but still pretends.

SoUmY@

Comments

Usha Pisharody said…
I meant to just read, savour, and tell you about it when i can really sit down and do so...:)

But this one would not let me be... I havent read the others, not now, when I dont have the time.. lol!

This is just too beautiful for words.. not just that love is there between the lines, in the story of life, but that we stil set time, and still forget those pauses, and the space between the lines...!

GOOD to see u back in the poetic world!! Am coming back ot this.. but for now, I sit replete:)

And thanks for the wishes...
Hope you had a good Christmas, and are enjoying the weekend :)

Catch up with you later..:)

Thanks Soumya!!!
Rukhiya said…
"One will say the other betrayed,
The other will protest under another curtain.
If you can not find love
Inside the pauses,
After the lines,
Beyond the adjectives that die down
to yet another punctuation,
you haven't really felt love, have you?"

Fantastic, as ever! Personally, the part about love awaits and love departs is too raw and hurting. Loved this!
Between the lines? Between the pauses? Not the deafening silence? The touching nothingness? The falsification of reality?Yet another pause to reflect?

Far from disoriented, its way of thought, way of hope.. Lets drink to it on new year eve. The best deserves the better :P (Connection was intended :P)
BirdBrain said…
di narration of love awaiting and love departing took my breath away!!
both emotions run so subtle..
Magic!
Anonymous said…
Wow! what an idea ! What a concept ! Beautiful .. Amazing …
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