Regeneration

July 4, 2008 by Usha Pisharody 3 Comments

1

I crumble
beneath the
hammer-blow of your words;
persistent, hurting;
Nailing me with your
stiletto-sharp tone.
I am mesmerized
when you begin to speak-
When you being your intonations
I begin to lose my identity.



2

My tears like
withered leaves
drop down-
to nurture new hope.

Putting sorrow behind
into yesterday,
searching for a new seed of truth
to treasure and
feel in blossom.


3

I feel my senses responding
like the indefinable shadows of a
misty sun
attaining clarity.
Diffuse at first
slowly gaining purposefulness.

As I get closer-
Closer to your mind-
Closer to the real you.


Between Jan ’82 and Feb. ’83