An unnoticed defect, at times,
A glimpse of it, halts the presence of love,
An unexplained cause of agony,
An unfamiliar quietness that dwells within,
More mysteries, less solutions,
Is it a state of mind or just an unforgiving feeling?
Unreasoned doubts, unanswered questions,
Unmapped guilty consciousness,
Hollow, it makes one to be...
Life, stilled! Emotions, frozen!
Insensible ideas of yours colour your characteristics,
Out of norm, out of mind, you become,
Intersecting with parallel lines, causing more havoc,
Indeed, a distraction from the beauty of life itself,
Paralyzes your inner soul,
Small details are missed out, all skipped for a bigger picture,
In the quest to search for the truth, love is simply being misplaced,
You lose in your own crenelations against your vulnerability,
Soon, only loneliness accompanies you,
Arrays of disturbed thoughts,
Passaged through a lane of memories,
Once precious, now unwanted....
Time tells you no tale,
It is the unfixed duration that heals others,
Jealousy, a simple but untutored notion.
Let you, you alone to battle with it.....
what a nice poem u wrote. i love it and i love the line 'once precious..now unwanted.' it's so real..thanx for the good writing.keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run..... It was qouted by Sir George Bernard Shaw onece and very rightly he elaborated the evilness of this humonoid nature. It should never lie inside human blood...A very thought provoking poem Poornima......10/10