Sunday, September 26, 2010

Martyr of love

She hangs there bleeding on the cross
A martyr of unrequited love
Nailed to it with stubbornness
Drenched in self pity
Everyone else moved on
While vultures of loneliness came mocking

Holding tightly to the sand until it ran out
Slipping thru’ her fingers
The fist still clasped shut to emptiness
Only the shadow of love and hope remained

She stood frozen in time
In a bubble of suspended living
Like a forgotten piece of art
In a glass box

She stood facing the darkness
And behind her
The world had turned
To the promise of splendid dawns
and warm sunshine
Shining on possibilities
If she only let go


Balachandran V said...

Unrequited love? ) ) i raise my eyebrows! :)

Having lived through it all and now at shanti - I can only smile at such thoughts...

( You might remember my early poems)

anilkurup said...

Martyr of love- martyr for a cause ?

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

I'm awestruck by the beauty and power of it. Hats off Kalpana!

kaalpanique said...

@b :) no its not me but a testimonial to a friend who is still stuck in the darkness!
@anil, a hopeless cause
@arun, thanks buddy!