Triviality

(not the usual kind of poetry i end up writing,was in dire need of writing nevertheless.)

Dark blue spreads across the sky
For the dispersion of light,
I simply await.
I'm truly mystified
Always looking for directions to run
but those exit signs never come
The light seems uneasy now
Have I wished for something
whose beauty now becomes a burden?
Knowing you,is all I ever wanted.
YOU!fascinate me
Inspire me
Absurd yet
You will never know me
Ironical yet.
You will never notice....
This,the shallow waters dissapoint me
Even trying seems insignificant .
Don't come too close for it makes me vulnerable
Don't even try,for I may self destruct.
Now,the time has passed by
the pain slowly fades away
tears dry up
As the circumstances change..
I unfurl
I've discovered things about myself
And as I say this,I still have an unrelenting desire
to see you feel the void.
Because even though you have changed me
For the better or the worse ..it is  nothing but trivial

And you are a condition of it.

                                                                                                                                              -sreya.

The End of the Day

 

 

Two years ago i came across this french poet who’s works are very similar to the likes of Edgar Allan Poe,Sir Arthur Rimbaud.I was so fascinated(still am) by his works that i ended up writing one of his french poems translated into english at the back of a book cover 2yrs back:D.And even though i feel i should have written this post earlier(one of his works),..I feel its aptness now.

 

The End of the Day(originally written in french)

Under a bleak white light she runs, dances and writhes without reason – Life, shameless and shrill.

And so, as soon as on the horizon

Voluptuous night rises, calming everything, even hunger, blotting out everything, even shame, the Poet says to himself, ‘At last!

‘My spirit, like my spine, ardently prays for rest;

with a heart full of funeral dreams,

‘I shall lie down on my back and roll myself up in your curtains,

o refreshing darkness!’

Charles Baudelaire