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A Veil's Wail

In you, I see
What I don’t want to see
Painful memories of past
Reasons for my anguish
Part of a life I have lost

In you, I see
What I want to live for
The purpose of my life
The reason for my smile
The cause to come out my trife

In you, I see
The product of lust and love
In you, I also see
The memories of that lost love


With you, I am
Worried about the future unknowns
Scared of your question in tons
Living a life, tormented by past
Living a lie, a Life full of farce

With you, I am
Enjoying the sun shine
Hearing my laughter again
Going back to my childhood
Relieved of my agony and pain

With you, I
Live and jive.
With you, I also
Hide and Lie.




In things that you do, I see
A bit of him and a bit of her
The demons of the past
Streaks of violence and a bully
And all such things that shouldn’t last

In things that you do, I feel
The bliss of innocence
The radiance of purity
The love for life
And life, as it should be


In things that you do,
I experience peace profound
In things that you do,
I also experience, my life strewn around.

With you, I
Realize my helplessness
Feel the trauma of going solo
Fear the pestering of all and sundry
And the stigma of my life in retro

With you, I
Look forward to see you grow
Forget pain, strain and sorrow
Live life and go with the flow
Would end my life, and not be a tow

With you,
I am
What I am not
And also
What I want to be.
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priya said…
I would get the feel of poem , it was immense , except for a single line "In you, I also see
The memories of that lost love" .. would u mind explaining
Friday, December 13, 2013 at 7:36:00 AM GMT+5:30
G Saimukundhan said…
The poem is from a single parent's perspective, who finds traces of the separated spouse's traits / behaviours / resemblances in the kid, and therefore kindling lots of past memories.

Cheers!
GSM
Monday, December 16, 2013 at 10:32:00 AM GMT+5:30
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