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Losing Love
Hearing the
plea, I turn
My lungs
heave, my stomach churns
His soul in
his eyes, his anguished cry
Compels me
but…..sigh!
Alas! my
hands are tied
Where my
heart ought be, there's a void
Long back,
someone came, stole all I had and never returned
I'm numbed
now that all my passion has burnt.
Oh! but with
me Cupid still plays his little games
My eyes
still search that someone, my lips call his name
Alone,
bereft, grieving in solitude, I grope
Refusing to
accept the truth because of omnipresent hope.
It stops me
from beginning anew
I cannot
love again, it's true
I turn my
back to the stranger who'd just offered me his heart
What a
shame, an exquisite pain, it's time to part.
He looks
longingly, silently urging me to return
I, unawares,
re-embark on my journey searching for my someone
It's a
matter of the heart, through ecstasy into shambles
This is one
of lifes little ironies called "love triangles".
-Marisha
Dec'98