I'm not much of a poet.. this is my very first official attempt at verse writing.
The poem is not about anybody in particular... but I did have somebody in mind when I wrote it :)
Hope its not too bad...
Remind me of the time that had once been, not so far away,
Of the pain and grief that was once my relentlessly torturous destiny,
Of the virgin, untouched happiness, one I've never seen.
The depth in those enigmatic eyes tells a story of its own,
Of emptiness, solitude, a longing to be recognised and a void to satiate,
Unfulfilled aspirations and relinquished dreams unknown,
The beautiful eyes of the stranger recite a tale of fate.
Who is he? The man with the blazing eyes.
The power of which is as glorious as the morning sun,
Their truthful gaze compels me to stop my helpless cries
And surrender to their unmatched innocence, opposed by none.
Confused at my unexpected care and compassionate disposition,
He looks at me, dazed, entranced, like its is all an evanescent mirage,
His eyes brimming with the fear of refusal and apprehension,
He pulls away, denying the tenderness that he never could envisage.
Then slowly, a gentle tear-drop flows down his cheek,
Revealing anguish unparalleled and beyond comprehension,
My devastation at its melancholic beauty makes me weak,
And the desire to vanquish the pain just remains a mere expression.
He brushes away he precious droplets with a stroke of his palm,
Looking up at my face gently from under his eyelashes,
And I recognise a valiant warrior, here to protect me from harm,
His tears, just evidence of love's profoundly severe gashes.
Poetry by Archita Bagchi
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Written on 2012-10-29 at 10:51
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The poem is not about anybody in particular... but I did have somebody in mind when I wrote it :)
Hope its not too bad...
The Eyes Of The Stranger
Those dark brown eyes that penetrate my senses,Remind me of the time that had once been, not so far away,
Of the pain and grief that was once my relentlessly torturous destiny,
Of the virgin, untouched happiness, one I've never seen.
The depth in those enigmatic eyes tells a story of its own,
Of emptiness, solitude, a longing to be recognised and a void to satiate,
Unfulfilled aspirations and relinquished dreams unknown,
The beautiful eyes of the stranger recite a tale of fate.
Who is he? The man with the blazing eyes.
The power of which is as glorious as the morning sun,
Their truthful gaze compels me to stop my helpless cries
And surrender to their unmatched innocence, opposed by none.
Confused at my unexpected care and compassionate disposition,
He looks at me, dazed, entranced, like its is all an evanescent mirage,
His eyes brimming with the fear of refusal and apprehension,
He pulls away, denying the tenderness that he never could envisage.
Then slowly, a gentle tear-drop flows down his cheek,
Revealing anguish unparalleled and beyond comprehension,
My devastation at its melancholic beauty makes me weak,
And the desire to vanquish the pain just remains a mere expression.
He brushes away he precious droplets with a stroke of his palm,
Looking up at my face gently from under his eyelashes,
And I recognise a valiant warrior, here to protect me from harm,
His tears, just evidence of love's profoundly severe gashes.
Poetry by Archita Bagchi
Read 442 times
Written on 2012-10-29 at 10:51
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