hey puchi,this is a just a starter for u..the meals just comin in..all for you..love u always..
Feel this stubborn piece of flesh,
Unyielding swelling, a mold growing on her head
Did you see the blueness of her skin?
In places it screams of crude torment
And the yawning marks oozing blood
The frozen smile, the distant look
If only, all this could be understood
Draped in a sari, hidden behind the folds
Immeasurable yarns of stories to be told
A thousand narratives each night
With her bawl and screams
Behind locked doors
And today in the morning
She escaped,
Found her freedom in flames
A thousand cries still inadequate
A thousand stories died today
Unheard and unacknowledged…
mallika
6 comments:
This is beautiful :)
And I love the title of the blog.
sporadicblogger
thanks kpoypel :) i finally am going to start using this thing !
Who complimented you? ;) :P It was for the poem writer ;) hahaha
Glad you're using this :)
(change the format,please :( Doesnt allow wordpressers to comment)
Koyel
hi!
Puchoo. This is preety nice. I can actually access this :) unlike your previous blog. ComeOn i also remember your childhood, it wasn't about branded things but i remember we always wanted to be rich (we thought we be doctors and become rich lol!) and lets not forget our "gold sofas" dont't know if u still remember.
take care
hehehhe hi ! noopur so glad you took the time out to comment and read :)
of course i do remeber our grand plans of having a gold house an a gold sofa :) but the important diffrence is that it was all more like a story book fancy .we were obviously naive enough to not know that gold sofas dont exsist! it was probably an idea we borrowed from richie rich type cartoons .
but what disturbs me is the awareness of what richness means in small children ,they dont dream of things that exsist in storybooks but they want levis which they can bloody well go and buy and more disturbingly do ...
thanks once more for visiting :)
much love sis
hey puchsss!!!nice one!congratss!!
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