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
Unrequited love? ) ) i raise my eyebrows! :)
ReplyDeleteHaving lived through it all and now at shanti - I can only smile at such thoughts...
( You might remember my early poems)
Martyr of love- martyr for a cause ?
ReplyDeleteI'm awestruck by the beauty and power of it. Hats off Kalpana!
ReplyDelete@b :) no its not me but a testimonial to a friend who is still stuck in the darkness!
ReplyDelete@anil, a hopeless cause
@arun, thanks buddy!