I gather myself yet again,
Relations I curl in disdain.
My head strong but my feet weak,
What passed by is now dizzy and bleak.
My heart shattered, each piece shouting a resolution,
I won’t fall prey to this illusion.
Camouflaging my weakness, I shut my vulnerable self,
I hide from the world now nothing can help.
Without questions if, but or how,
Open myself to me and no one now.
Where I am myself without questions or doubt,
Where no one shuts me, its love abound.
I wait for the moment to get back that face,
Where my hand is held without any hate.
I’ll try again, give all I have, being not a loather,
Till then, this is my closure!
I gave myself to all ways of his
But now I know what exactly disenchantment is!
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Hi Shweta, I have featured this poem of yours for ‘A Sneak FromThe Past’ on my blog. Check out here : http://vinithadileep.wordpress.com/2014/12/10/a-sneak-from-the-past-3/ 🙂
So well written. The emotions come out in every line of your poem.
-Sonal
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