I yearn for the things that will never be.
To look at my own face, with eyes closed while I sleep.
Feel my back pressed against my chest, as I cuddle myself asleep.
To hold my thought in my hands and re-arrange them, maybe.
To see the color of my smile,
The smell of my laughter,
The taste of color white,
The sound of my perfume,
The touch of ... Oh what torment it is, you see?
Damned are the things that will never be!
-Karnika Kapoor
To look at my own face, with eyes closed while I sleep.
Feel my back pressed against my chest, as I cuddle myself asleep.
To hold my thought in my hands and re-arrange them, maybe.
To see the color of my smile,
The smell of my laughter,
The taste of color white,
The sound of my perfume,
The touch of ... Oh what torment it is, you see?
Damned are the things that will never be!
-Karnika Kapoor
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This poem was originally posted on my Tumblr blog.
Beautiful words! Keep it going. :)
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This poem has so many layers and a rich meaning to each line that I had to read it twice to savour it fully!!
ReplyDeleteLovely writing Karnika!!!
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Quite splendid motifs, it reaches out and makes the subject of "yearning" understandably out of scope.
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Wonderful poem.
Thanks Ronnie, So glad you liked it. :)
DeleteInteresting. I like the way you play with the senses, rearranging them.
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Wow this was one of the best reads for Y
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Thanks for appreciating! That's very kind of you. :)
DeleteHow I wish, we could hold my thoughts in my hands and reorganize them! Yearnings, they have a beginning but no end...its a bottomless pit!
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So true, Anagha! Indeed, they are ... never ending pits of desires.
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Wow, that's a deep poem with many layers. Beautiful, intricate work.
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Double thumbs up for the poem! Well crafted.
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Nilanjana
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