Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Musings of a Fallible


You can laud, and preach
You can rave and sing
the virtue of rapprochement,
of leaving the doors open,
for one last chance.
Begging for love and affection ?
Willing to forgive and forget,..... a,quid pro quo ?
But then, be known, its sucks to be
smacked ,kicked and spat upon- when you are down ,fallen!
tis easy to extol -
knowing not the pain of trample on your soul ,
and that of your loved.
You may have a reason contrary, my friend, you can have one.
But the mauled mangle festers deep within,
 till the day of reckon..
Fallible though to some, but lesser mortal I’m.

8 comments:

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

You better be a lesser mortal rather than a preachy hypocrite who extols the virtue of rapprochement.

Mediacre Minds said...

I think I'm very much a lesser mortal, even though I try to keep open the door of rapproachment. But I rarely get a visitor. Isn't it sad? Loved the poem!

deeps said...

A couple of posts back you had said in blog that we both are on the same boat…
Now I sort of get it :P

Balachandran V said...

Day of reckon...
The words drip with acid...

anilkurup said...

@ Arun Meethale Chirakkal

I'm not averse to rapprochement, but is it worth when the rape is done?

anilkurup said...

@ mediacre minds

Thank you for dropping by.
I do not think one should run after .letting know that you are open to reconciliation would do. If that is necessary . But why look out for reconciliation with insolence??

anilkurup said...

@ Deeps,
I really do not remember that comment of mine and in what context.
Nevertheless!

anilkurup said...

@ Bals,
Acidic... too much of 'signature"!