Amidst W****s and Bores, I Think of You

You laugh and the radiance becomes

My sunshine.

Perhaps you do not mean it for me

But I will always take it as

My own.

 

You smile and your brittle lips become

My crescent moon.

Though it may reflect some other source of joy

I will always believe it as

My own.

 

You sigh and your feathery breath becomes

My eternal fragrance.

Every time you sigh, you make me gasp

‘Cause that little breath you let away, will always be

My own.

 

You like a song and though cheesy, it becomes

My anthem.

I will always hold my heart while it plays

And wish the song had my words

My own.

 

You love a place and it becomes

My Holy Mecca.

Where someday, I will want my pyre to flame

And mix with its blessed soil my brittle ashes; yes

My own.

 

You hum a tune and though jittery, it becomes

My heartbeat.

I know you are bad with tunes

Or else I wouldn’t have my heartbeat arrhythmic

This I owe to …

It’d sound great if I ended this owing it to you

But I can’t blame you for my misfortunes

So yes, my flaws, they too are

My very own.

Reviews

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... intriguing title ... intriguing verse ... the first two lines of the first three stanzas are magical and mesmerizing ... the first two lines of the fourth stanza are brutal yet witty and poetic ... the mood changes again ... for me that is ... in the first two lines of the fifth stanza ... the last stanza is dark with a lethal helping of black humour yet divinely poetic ... the song-like quality of the first five stanzas is striking and beautifully so ... the last stanza ... for me ... goes into jazz ... and i really don't know why but it reminds me of a song i once heard ... with the lines ... "she's a three-handed woman, one right hand, one left hand and under-handed woman" ... all in all ... this verse is a scintillating read ... and not just a verse ... but an experience ...

[Miss Coral]

Beautiful, great imagery. Great emotion and hard hitting.

Nice job. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

The strong title brought me to your poem. Poem is very good. Your description of the situation made it come alive. The ending was perfect. We all have our misfortunes and flaws that are our own. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Prateeksha Khot]

that was a nice poem. good read