Love’s Labour Lost Syndrome
That which cannot be forgotten,
That which cannot be covered up with silence,
That which meets your eyes when you raise them up, or cast them down.
That which has remained, like a coffee mug with a broken handle, and will remain
deformed, misshapen, somehow incomplete.
Like a pen just filled with a spluttering nib, white paper unfulfilled.
A dusty rubber nipple lying on the road.
That which threads pieces of broken dreams
But remains interpretation-less.
That which distorts the image in the mirror
But cannot wipe out those hollows under my eyes.
That which people call fulfillment, like
drinking the immortal juice, but you remain
gazing at the drops of crystal clear drip
uncongealing, slow, consistent.
That which draws the wide-eyed insect
to the blades of a slowly churning fan,
a buzzing loud death of a martyr.
And you shut your eyes tight and say
“God forgive this monumental folly”.
That which cannot be covered up with silence,
That which meets your eyes when you raise them up, or cast them down.
That which has remained, like a coffee mug with a broken handle, and will remain
deformed, misshapen, somehow incomplete.
Like a pen just filled with a spluttering nib, white paper unfulfilled.
A dusty rubber nipple lying on the road.
That which threads pieces of broken dreams
But remains interpretation-less.
That which distorts the image in the mirror
But cannot wipe out those hollows under my eyes.
That which people call fulfillment, like
drinking the immortal juice, but you remain
gazing at the drops of crystal clear drip
uncongealing, slow, consistent.
That which draws the wide-eyed insect
to the blades of a slowly churning fan,
a buzzing loud death of a martyr.
And you shut your eyes tight and say
“God forgive this monumental folly”.
posted by shatarupa chakraborty at 3:09 AM
2 Comments:
hmmm...monumental folly is a polite word for guilt. guilt is a harsh word for helpnessness. i am confused. so is everyone. but you keep up the good work. leave the follies to me.
hi Shata..that struck a deep cord somewhere within...so close to my heart and yet has moved so far away....
No wonder i admire your work so much...just see the strength of ur observation..the dusty rubber nipple,the insect in the fan...
The right usage of the word 'monumental folly'...is not resticted to a mere mistake or guilt...but the ability to see through and yet not have the courage to defy and move away..
Do keep expressing your self..remember thats a way for others to feel with you
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