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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

07 December, 2004


I accept
the love you do not feel
the pain you do not give
the torment you do not inflict.

I accept
love negated
cease to fight
that which is lost to sight.

I accept
being passion's bride
at sorrow's bedside
watching your life
never being mine.



Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

Slings and arrows of outrageous that why you call yourself Pincushion? Liked the poem :)

07 December, 2004 20:11  
Blogger Pincushion said...

ooops..didn't realise it was THAT obvious :->
btw..thanks for the appreciation .

07 December, 2004 22:35  
Blogger Max Babi said...

hey anjali,
for a first attempt,
this is impressive :
there is a shy hue of pain
all-pervasive through the poem
-it's attractive in a stark sense.
Keep it up !


08 December, 2004 00:44  
Blogger Geetanjali said...

As I said on your blog - intense! To me it reads like the woman as the other, peeking in...

Welcome aboard...good to see you here as well, Pincushion!

08 December, 2004 10:23  
Blogger Akshay said...

Nice to see you here Pincushion .. its got some depth in it ands is somewhat bittersweet.

"I accept
being passion's bride
at sorrow's bedside
watching your life
never being mine."

Like that

09 December, 2004 04:58  
Blogger Pincushion said...

Thank you Max for the encouragement, especially the things that you pointed out and brought to my notice making me a little more aware and conscious. Thank you.

Geetanjali and Akshay , thank you once again :->

09 December, 2004 18:35  
Blogger raindanseuse said...

Pincushion, welcome aboard! I'm reading a sort of renunciation in the tone and yet I can feel the undertones of discontent and resentment.
Lovely poem!

13 December, 2004 00:34  

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