Sindhu
05-29-2007, 01:20 PM
Did you Hear?
Did you hear? No, I'm sure you didn't
For I clenched my fists and made it as soft as could be.
And who would believe that the sound of a breaking heart
Could be quite so very quiet?
Did you see? No, you couldn't have, for even there,
My ego won over my pain and held the tears in, till I was alone.
And you could not, believing me heartless, cruel
Though unplanned, practically a criminal.
You COULD not know how I cried, praying for yet another deluge
And when I knew that the world could not end for you and me
Would you believe how hard I tried to die? No, just another
Martyr-pose for you would it be now.
Fear did not stop me, who had always dreamt of
My first embrace, in the arms of the one final lover
The razor was poised- and something so prosaic as unpaid debts
Held my lips away from his first kiss.
Those are debts, which can never be paid
So I remain, the eternal virgin bride,
What I could say to your face was so pointless;
But I DID pray that you could hear silences as before.
For a fleeting second, a little Hope flickered
That after confession and abasement, a friend
Could not but say it was over. That what I thought we had
Could not wither in a moment.
Then I was told, what I should have known
That we were not, and never had been "Friends"
At that precise moment my heart quietly broke once again
And my only hope was that you neither heard nor saw.
Wait! They who advice so, mean well,
Of this futility, begun, I confess again, by me.
But no matter how proficiently glued
Crystal once cracked, will show the mark.
Don't dream for a moment that I think you were unhurt
But you had righteousness on your side; Happy as I am over
Your poise and strength, If it cannot forgive, Cannot hear
It is not for me- and so as usual, the loser must be me.
Sindhu Menon.
Did you hear? No, I'm sure you didn't
For I clenched my fists and made it as soft as could be.
And who would believe that the sound of a breaking heart
Could be quite so very quiet?
Did you see? No, you couldn't have, for even there,
My ego won over my pain and held the tears in, till I was alone.
And you could not, believing me heartless, cruel
Though unplanned, practically a criminal.
You COULD not know how I cried, praying for yet another deluge
And when I knew that the world could not end for you and me
Would you believe how hard I tried to die? No, just another
Martyr-pose for you would it be now.
Fear did not stop me, who had always dreamt of
My first embrace, in the arms of the one final lover
The razor was poised- and something so prosaic as unpaid debts
Held my lips away from his first kiss.
Those are debts, which can never be paid
So I remain, the eternal virgin bride,
What I could say to your face was so pointless;
But I DID pray that you could hear silences as before.
For a fleeting second, a little Hope flickered
That after confession and abasement, a friend
Could not but say it was over. That what I thought we had
Could not wither in a moment.
Then I was told, what I should have known
That we were not, and never had been "Friends"
At that precise moment my heart quietly broke once again
And my only hope was that you neither heard nor saw.
Wait! They who advice so, mean well,
Of this futility, begun, I confess again, by me.
But no matter how proficiently glued
Crystal once cracked, will show the mark.
Don't dream for a moment that I think you were unhurt
But you had righteousness on your side; Happy as I am over
Your poise and strength, If it cannot forgive, Cannot hear
It is not for me- and so as usual, the loser must be me.
Sindhu Menon.