Rahul Aithal

Rookie (25th Jan 1967 / Mumbai - India)

Stalemate - Poem by Rahul Aithal

Yearn to be a bishop or a knight,
if not the king in her life,
I live around her sorrows and joy,
unaware being a pawn; at her fancies, sacrificed.

Why elate in her presence and gloom in absence?
why do I not sleep from dusk to dawn?
why hope and live only at her will?
when her smile doesn't belong to me anymore.

Love is on a rampage when she leaves,
toying my amuses in a constant tussle,
players change but the game persists,
and the scars of battle remain in my castle.
Why live life of many deaths; like a soldier,
ready to die and be reborn in a race to cross over.

Play the game rather than being played,
and choose to perish over a life of stalemate.

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Comments about Stalemate by Rahul Aithal

  • Amitava Sur (12/28/2013 10:51:00 PM)


    A nice penning expressing the loss & getting fatigued but still lamenting.
    Request you to read my poem in the same name STALEMATE.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010



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