Diwakar Methil Poet


If I ever blurt
Words that hurt
You deeply,
Thereby I inflict
Stabs that pierce
Deep into my heart,
So fatal and fierce
That blood spurt
From the wounds
That aloud pounds
In my intense ear
That you can’t hear
That you can’t see
But I can perceive
As I receive
My brutality
My cruelty
And the fatality
Of your case.

If you love
The beloved,
Far above
Anything else,
Don’t ask how
Don’t ask why
You did this
To the beloved
The answer is only
A pneumatic sigh.

As I can’t put aside
Your hurt;
Coz it is my hurt too
I feel the blues
More intensely than you
Although your hurt
Like blood spurts
From your tender heart
Is unbearable,
For suddenly
I am insufferable
Fully capable
Of hurting people
Hurting you
And am not able
Reduce the sting
Of the insult
As a result
Thoughtless act
Inflicted on you.

Now I can only worry
Feel so sorry
But that is never
A consolation
To the lover
Who was wronged
To the beloved.
Hurting you
Is hurting me.
And hurting you
Is like hurting
A gossamer butterfly.
That flutters by
That aloudly pounds
In my heart.

By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)