Yet again, today
You touched that
place - sore and hurting -
There. Where it never healed.
An ache, verified, mollified
And subdued.
It lay, awaiting your
Touch. Begging.
And so, it had to be.
Right?
Gratified now, that it
Has been acknowledged
It reigns.
Supreme. It's flow uninterrupted.
And I?
Begging.
To be mollified.
Did you say?
Pain
Is pleasure?
28 September, 2008
an all tym fav!! needta add it to de existin oodles!!!!! :D loved it, truly!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sash... It's kind of growing on me too.. :)
ReplyDeleteah just lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks Winnie.. :)
ReplyDeleteAnger, loyalty, repercussion, pain. There is soo much in this particular production that it's almost overwhelming in intensity, yet with the cold calm of the enraged. It spans a width of extremeties in emotion, definitely a pick from your best.
ReplyDeleteAareet, thank you so much! You always read with such discernment, that nothing escapes your eye:) Thanks!
ReplyDeleteHi Usha,
ReplyDeleteThis is very profound and begs for a lot to be read between the lines.
On a lighter note, if it is hurting and never healed, it is time to see a doctor :-)
Cheers,
Salil
Salil... thank you for the read; and the advice :D! Much appreciated! I like how you use those words in the write so cleverly too..!
ReplyDeletethe closing lines cudnt have been better...pain a pleasure?? I can feel the emotions...impressed!
ReplyDeleteSandeep :) Thank you , immensely!!
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