My hammer missed the nail
My left thumb was smashed.
I stifled my scream, holding
the dripping finger over my nose tip,
till a drop trickled down,
coursing its way from the nose
through my cleavage to my navel.
Did not it bleed all through?
Or is it the single drop that led to
the core, painted my pain so blue??
In no time my seasoned skin
drank away the aged wine.
I lay numb, was pushed to
the land of unknown alone,
by the lofty waves of memories.
A known hand lifted me.
As rippled past touched senses,
I knew it was He.
I asked him to hold on time;
Now for long till Life
can't further bind. He
smiled and said "I wish I could",
and pressed the left-hand tight.
Ahhh!
I opened my eyes to see,
I lay inside the coffin I built.
I hammered the last nail to the casket,
as I bled tears and closed my eyes.
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my God............toooooooo touching.......tears trickled down......hw dyu write so welll?? so heart n soul touchin......
ReplyDeleteI was thinking of how many different ways you can apprehend it......The "He" is GOD if I am not mistaken. This one is really good " In no time my seasoned skin...............
ReplyDeleteby the lofty waves of memories." I have read it before but never in verse. It is the end thatreveals the beginning.....
I was watching a movie yesterday.
It had something like this.
The girl is dead.
The boy picks her up in his arms.
The girl opens her eyes sudenly and says.
Girl-"I was in something very dark and suddenly I heard your voice and opened my eyes to see you. What did you say"
Boy-"I said - hey you on the other side...let her go, or I shall cross over and you shall not like men there"
You write well Oliva.
rajesh