Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Some picture

I pick shards,
Those elements of art,
Each bearing a part,
Of thy beautiful picture.
My allusion,
To this yet nondescript picture,
As cliched as it could be,
Will serve its cause,
Someday in the future,
Or die as an ineffective attempt,
At conveying what I never intend to.
Reeking of inept rhyme,
And the absence of reason,
I am straying from the point,
Where I intended to start.

The pieces that I gathered,
Aligning them was no herculean job,
Despite those missing shards.
My eyes saw exquisite images,
In all combinations and permutations.
Bewitched as they were,
Pitiable eyes those.
The spell decayed,
The picture didn't.

The picture,
Still deficient,
And exquisite.
My eyes,
Mine now,
Yet possessed,
Not by your spell,
But the picture they created.

Oh Dear!
My eyes once conjured up,
The entire picture,
The missing pieces!
Diabolic eyes,
A diabolic image.

Put the spell back,
And lose those pieces,
That you withheld.
My eyes shall wallow,
In blissful gaiety.

4 comments:

  1. i am not sure if my interpretation of the write is the same as u intended it to be, but i love it. jus beautiful!

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    1. Thank you. Immensely glad that you liked it.

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  2. A beautiful poem with numerous possibilities of interpretations involving different emotions!

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  3. Bucked up Sandeep. Thank you very much.

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