And I'm sorry.
It was there on his locker, a small, unobtrusive flash of color against the cold-looking expanse of metal. Frowning to himself he opened the locker to have 'it' flutter to the floor. Then 'it' was a Post-It note in a cheery shade of blue and folded in half. The poem was on a sheet of printer paper this time, hastily folded, the ink smeared slightly. He saw that the page was nearly full.
The writing slanted to the right, the letters small and looping, without any sharp lines or straight angles. It was writing he knew all too well. A sigh escaped his lips and the paper crumpled in his fist as explanations hovered around him like a mist and he wondered. He licked his lips as he began to read.
How shall I live, unless I die?
How shall I laugh, unless I cry?
Ain't no truth, without the lie
Ain't no black, without the white
But love is true and Yes,so am I.
The fire in you burns me bad
I'll never stop reaching for that flame
Your enthusiasm drowns me in exuberance ,
I keep charging against humongous waves
I would die not to see the land again.
When stars cry and angels die,
That's when I'll giving up befriending you
When the children don't ask, "Why?"
And the bird with clipped wings flies,
That's when I'll take my love back from you
I would and will give it all away for them.
For one look, one tough sigh, one day of love
Only then could I die 'happy' in the end
But you'll never say it, you'll never stay
And I'll be autonomously all alone again
As I've reached out So have you lashed out
Shouted, glared to let me know you don't care
I am now that crying star about to die in disgust,
That dying, falling angel as a piece of trash.
But I will never ever. Never,stop asking, "Why?"
Your vulturous looks leave scars on my face
I ditched the umbilical to be with you
None can drive madness into me as you do
Sans everything, it'll still beat for you
My breath. My steps. Everything will speak of you.
My sticks and stones, they break your bones
My lustful sighs. My dreams. My little Why's
My words have always hurt you. In the dark.
I have always heard your anguished groans
And I'm sorry, 'cause now, I hate to love you.
How shall I laugh, unless I cry?
Ain't no truth, without the lie
Ain't no black, without the white
But love is true and Yes,so am I.
The fire in you burns me bad
I'll never stop reaching for that flame
Your enthusiasm drowns me in exuberance ,
I keep charging against humongous waves
I would die not to see the land again.
When stars cry and angels die,
That's when I'll giving up befriending you
When the children don't ask, "Why?"
And the bird with clipped wings flies,
That's when I'll take my love back from you
I would and will give it all away for them.
For one look, one tough sigh, one day of love
Only then could I die 'happy' in the end
But you'll never say it, you'll never stay
And I'll be autonomously all alone again
As I've reached out So have you lashed out
Shouted, glared to let me know you don't care
I am now that crying star about to die in disgust,
That dying, falling angel as a piece of trash.
But I will never ever. Never,stop asking, "Why?"
Your vulturous looks leave scars on my face
I ditched the umbilical to be with you
None can drive madness into me as you do
Sans everything, it'll still beat for you
My breath. My steps. Everything will speak of you.
My sticks and stones, they break your bones
My lustful sighs. My dreams. My little Why's
My words have always hurt you. In the dark.
I have always heard your anguished groans
And I'm sorry, 'cause now, I hate to love you.
The man grew unconscious of his senses. Skipped a few more heartbeats. The sun ditched the horizon, so did his motivation ditch his self belief. Unsure, still his heart wanted him to wait. The metal suddenly grew colder. The colors became vacuous. Unaware of the emptiness, he scribbled back - " And I'm sorry. Not for what I did. But for what I didn't ".
PS: Unlike my style. I tried to be easy.
I came here to expect another cryptic, penetrating post and I was pleasantly surprised. Yes, this might not be your style but it's equally effective, perhaps a trifle more so.
Kudos!
I like this line
"When stars cry and angels die,
That's when I'll giving up befriending you."
the end was good :)
A very moving piece.... So often we regret things we've done, but oftener we regret things we've never attempted !!
I loved the way the languish is expressed ...
will keep visiting more often :)
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Wonderful comprehension :)
but im in luv wid da metaphors!!!!
cheers!!
And I hope you will update your blog soon!
Dark as expected but mild compared to previous posts.
Overall very interesting and good to read
im amazed at the richness of this text. in fact every single poem of yours is like one of those precious jewels that a woman would pick up with tender hands, watch it lovingly for a very long time, admire it with sighs and then place carefully inside an intricately carved box. and even after the lid is shut she gazes wistfully into the distance and thinks about them...
i don't know what to say. because i feel so full of some nameless emotion every single time i read your poems. you have such a gift...
"i ditched the umbilical to be with you..." - who thinks of such lines, man...damn!!!!