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An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

Marble in a Bottle

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I’m that glass marble
You loved to play with
Kept me polished you did
And loved me true!

I took all those knocks
When you played
Fierce and focussed
With nary a thought
But the win!

Kicked in dirt,
Slammed, and shot
Still, the shine stayed on
Still, I played
Rather, you played me…

You soft caress
Almost unthinkingly teasing
A careless toss
Jingling and tingling
Oh! How I lived for it!

Till today, when, yet again
You played me.
I stayed true
But the shot was off
And a sliver was lost…
As was the game!

Still I stayed
Because you just
Couldn’t leave
Me
Who knew, would another
Play me?

Scarred, am I?
Inviolate, I thought.
It would seem, so did you.

And so I’m kept safe
Rattling around
Looking on, yearning ever
Looking at you
Playing prettier ones…

Too bad, the bottle was made of glass.

marble

7 May, 2013
Online. I meant to write something else. Funny how you never get to choose 😀
Pic. Courtesy, Google Image Search 🙂

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

10 thoughts on “Marble in a Bottle

  1. “Playing prettier ones…”

    You speak of marble and don’t you speak of hundreds of women at the same time?

    🙂 Thoughtful, esp the last line gives more than one interpretations.

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  2. Sounds very much like the life
    of the great Indian wife
    such tribulations, such strife
    yet patience and happiness so rife.

    Great poetry. is it a boon or bane, the bottle being made of glass?

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    • Govind, you read with insight, I have already said
      And resonate with the ideas that gush from me head
      And to continue that repartee,
      Your notes more than my writes, you see
      And what makes these writes sometimes be 🙂

      Thank you. Immensely.
      (That reminds me, I have a to add to a particular compilation of comments 🙂 )

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  3. The life of the marble could so hold true to the life of an Indian woman! So aptly pointed out by your friend Govind, Ushus!

    Beautiful lines which seem to convey a hidden connotation! 🙂

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  4. I think this has to do with the idea of eventually being replaced by someone better (in terms of looks or performance) or being rendered obsolete.

    Now that I have read what people have commented above, yes It fits well for women as well.

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  5. all credit goes to you for taking a marble and weaving your words to create a story so real – loved the imagery of the marble being in a glass bottle – lending more emotion to the poem!

    Amazing! 🙂

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