Wednesday, June 30, 2010

She haunts me in my dreams................

Her eyes may be
turquoise depths of a pond;
as black and angsty as
burnt coals.
But they seem to
conceal within themselves,
something that may never reveal itself,
like an ornamented chest,
that may contain a treasure.
But the key is buried,
in the depths of her psyche,
as impenetrable as
the centre of the earth.

Why does she stand like that?
Leaning against a surface,
neither smiling nor unsmiling,
but the mouth fixed
in a mocking smirk.
She seems to be amused,
as she wordlessly watches
 me struggle with her,
as i decide who she is
and what I want her to be.

7 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem. The imagery is gorgeous!

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  2. lovely.. here’s mine for this potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/03/15/life/

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  3. treasure hunts can be fun... I couldn't help but smirk as I read this... Lovely!

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  4. lovely wonders...
    well put.

    A++

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  5. Wowww... loved the way you played with your muse, Madhu.. Very creative!! :)
    Muses can be really elusive, don't you think?!?! Just when you are ready to make a butterfly out of them, they become a grotesque creature of the mythical world! (sigh..)

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