Look at the wrinkles,
And that toothless smile,
She complained.
I was beautiful
The belle of the ball
Thousands of admirers everywhere
She reminisced.
As she became silent
Her tears rolled down
Sitting here she had gone
To a time long ago
The ensuing silence spoke
Of her pain
Of her old age
And of the loss of youth.
I tried to
To take her pain away
To calm her
The young lady
Trapped in an old body
Your wrinkles remind me
Of the tales of my childhood
Each missing tooth of
Of our shared misadventures
You are beautiful
I tell her
Still
Admired by thousands
My screams fail
To break her reverie
As she mourns
The loss of her hearing!
22 comments:
that was Excellent composition Priyanka
Beautiful picture and even more beautiful post. :)
ps: I can see your mehandhi *wink wink* :-D
Wishing u and ur family a very happy holi
What a beautiful poem but more so what a beautiful photo. Tell your Grandmother beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To me she looks beautiful and think of all the wonderful memories you two share.
:) for once,u hav succeeded in seeing someone else's beauty ;)
d poem is beautiful n so is d lady in question :) tell her dat, in whichever way u can
nicely composed
Happy Holi Priyanka
Sitting here she had gone
To a time long ago
You might like to redo these lines , just to elevate the depth like other lines here.
This does not robs the poem of it's simplicity and goodness.
Keep writing.
great composition, full of pain and hope
WOW!!!! I envy...
Priyanka Jain
That's nice.
Btw, are you thinking of getting all these published in a book. That will be good. isn't it. I mean younger generation should get some new stuff along with "Mahadevi Verma"'s and "Suryakant Tripathi Nirala"'s. At least I would prefer that .....
Thats some great work.. its very touching... really good...
tc.. hope what u've written brings a smile to her.
you are right..she is still beautiful....sometimes even the wrinkles and the toothless smile is heart warming.....
nice post
That was a nice composition! You told all you wanted in such simple words ... simplicity is a good art ... Thanks for sharing!!
A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty
Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.
Miranda in Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.
Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.
Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.
Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What's a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?
Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then--
How old is Spring, Miranda?
i hope you liked ogden nash's poem... this was my first visit to your blog and i loved it completely... your poetry is beautiful. hope to keep coming back for more :)
do visit me sometimes
hi priyanka... thanks for visiting... if you liked my blog pls become a follower so that we wont lose touch in this big bad world of blogging... i'll follow u for sure :)
:)
Simply touching!
Could relate to it.
keep it rollin;)
Ur 'about me' stops me rite on my tracks from cmmenting any further. Im with my finger to my lips.
U hv a dangerous cndition goin n inside u..wt if...I write a fact.. u take it for fiction..or vice versa.. and im doomed.
But Ill visit u again..
Anand. ;-) :-)
Priyanka....do u work for A.I.R ??
U know I was wondering if anyone wud say this to me. U r the only one who did.
I'm sorry I broke the pretty picture.
But awareness is inevitable. It comes..sooner or later, in some way or the other. For u, it came through my blog.
:-)
That's kool Priyanka. Ur an RJ.
Well usually, I do not ever reveal and tell people this..but since u r one urself, I can probably tell. I'm an RJ in Radio Mirchi myself.
Grt to bump into you.
:-)
u cared to write this priya, tells a lot bout ya :) god bless ya.
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