injury

why?
with these blood soaked clothes
this heart still beating even with all these holes
where cupid shot repeatedly,puncturing the walls

am i here?
at your gate
waiting patiently to hear my fate
anticipation of the inevitable seems so great

then you appear,
the tissues then start to tear
love tried to pump from this injured heart so dear
the heart stoppped beating...my vision darkens...i dissapear





Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2006-05-03 at 06:51

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Zoya Zaidi
this one is yours:
A very poignant piece of work.

"why?
with these blood soaked clothes
this heart still beating even with all these holes
where cupid shot repeatedly,puncturing the walls"
This very first stanza grips you and does not leave you till the end.
Well done dear Steven!
***hugs***
And sorry for the goof up!
(Psst, I'll go and check, may be yours has gone to Gauthami?)
love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-06


Zoya Zaidi
this one is yours:
A very poignent piece of work.

"why?
with these blood soaked clothes
this heart still beating even with all these holes
where cupid shot repeatedly,puncturing the walls"
This very first stanza griops you and does not leave till the end.
Well done dear Steven!
***hugs***
And sorry for the goof up!
(Psst, I'll go and check, may be yours has gone to Gauthami?)
love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-06


Zoya Zaidi
Sorry, how did it get here?
I am sorry,this was for Gauthami!
2006-05-06


Zoya Zaidi
There is a beautiful couplet by Urdu poet Mustafa Zaidi (no he is not my relative!),
which happens to be my personal favourite too; and I quote:
"Ask my tears the truth of my soul,
My facade smile is not the mirror of my soul"
Of course it is horribly lost in translation...
Your poem reminded me of that.
Welcome to bay Gauthami from my side!
***hugs***
love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-06