In the wake of a flood called 'LOVE'
I was content in my worldhappy for people around me
happy for my family
happy in the world around
however bad shape it were in
I was all I ever wanted
never felt the loneliness in
the time spent at night
either in bed or on the road
or on the ledge of a seat.
It was all life was, a simple
cast of simple equations
in no conflict with each other.
Until that moment when that
midget- known infamously as
love, the infliction of the heart;
trod down my path, splat on
me its colours & washed me away!
Ah! all that colour was really heady
but its true bloodiness only showed
when it drowned itself out on me.
Oh, the rock, the island I was
could no more float on my own.
Still awash in a wave of time
flowing in from the past, leaves
me devastated in its wake.
Life as it were, may be never
possible again, the flood of love
has drained me of my blood of life
I wait for the flood again, now
hoping for it to restore what it washed
away, by silting back what it took away.
the lines are getting thicker as I wane away
just in hope, hopefully not in vain...
all I am doing now, is faking it
and with eyes on the horizon
all I have is a prayer for those around me!
Cos, I just want to get back what I lost once!
Poetry by Jinu Joseph
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Written on 2010-05-03 at 11:38
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