Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Woman



Woman,
a faint smile?
Or hush of emotions?

Call her
A witch,…..
An angel….

Wondered how
you love her,
a rarity of such mix?

Why you swoon,
To her smile so plain?
How she can conquer you
& drive you insane?

With beauty,
With charm,
Did she walk
Right through your
Mind’s lone walls?

You made them
Stone by stone
through all those
days of Years
until one day
she decided
to come along

but still in awe you watched her win
the battle was no more battle
it was a clear win

was there a regret ever?
Wont you do it all over??

Blush of her cheeks
Taught you pink.
Her sorrow
Grieved you more,
what a pity
You poor soul..

Wont you give her
Your all, in a wink!
To lure her
to forgive,
For her smile
Which haunts you with in..,
Do you question her power?

You caught her
On canvas
You wrote
This poem
The world applauded you
& Still you sank within.

you couldn’t
but you tried
to capture
the one
that put
you ablaze..

That glimpse
The beauty with in
That smile
The thoughts behind.
& more to it

An unending quest
At her best
Woman.

8 comments:

S.K said...

Hello readers,

Im extremely sorry for anybody who has taken the trouble of reading the comments previously( I deleted them now)..Its sad that some ppl dont respect poetry as much as I do.. and they use my blog to write all kinds of nonsense..

From now on I promise will take care that such things wont repeat.

musingsofaninsanemind said...

hmm... migitha vaala sangathi theliyadu kaani naaku aithe chaala depth kanipinchindi... somehow, chaala relevant ani kuda anipinchindhi...

good one!

musingsofaninsanemind said...

migitha valla sangathi theliyadu kaani naaku aithe chaala depth kanipinchindi... somehow, chaala relevant ani kuda anipinchindi, in some strange way...

in all - good one!

Bala said...

The women and children's are precious gifts of the culture, but in western societies she is a tool to market and she forgotten what she is now and even she denies her great identity!

ravptor said...

heylo... long time no post, poetry???

ssup? Poets block?

S.K said...

No Ravi, Research Block!!

kiran said...

one of the poems that will come to my mind when i think of poetry..truely awesome..great one!!!

Babloo said...

Hamlet:
Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on, and yet, within a month—
Let me not think on't—
Frailty, thy name is woman!—


Hamlet Act 1, scene 2, 142–146