Taut,
With quiet intensity
He held the wine goblet;
Nursing the wine
His fingers around the stem.
He watched-
The way she laughed
Uninhibitedly.
The way people
flocked around;
Just as mesmerized.
Consumed slowly by the
Surging passion within,
He never knew
When the wine spilled,
And mingled with his blood;
When the stem snapped
Between his fingers.
22 September, ‘07
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January 24, 2011 at 5:26 am
Was the passion caused by his anger?or because she was flirting with danger?or may be due to the fear of losing her?or the frustration that he is no longer younger?Red with anger, green with envy, yellow with fear and purple with frustration. Beautiful.
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January 24, 2011 at 6:00 pm
Govind, :D! I am not quite sure which colour best coordinates for him, with the myriad hues so appropriately crafted! your verse in reply is more vivid than this write could ever be :)Thank you!
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February 15, 2011 at 7:42 am
Purple passion or Green eyed jealousy?
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February 16, 2011 at 2:23 am
The intensity of jealousy, posessiveness, anger? so much in such a short poem..you are amazing as always Usha Ma'm.
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February 16, 2011 at 3:05 am
IHM… 🙂 both in fair measure, I'd guess :DSunitha, Thank you, so very much, Sunitha!
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February 22, 2011 at 7:00 pm
Refined note of expression. Don't remember reading it in AP too.Keep surprising.
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February 23, 2011 at 2:47 am
Soumya, the surprise is self directed too 🙂 I sometimes wonder where it all came from!Thank you for being here!
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