Thursday, May 24, 2012


In the midst of glib chatter
loneliness struck;
a sharp arrow
travelling from your eye
to my heart.

In the midst of making love,
fear struck;
a poke, a nudge
threatening to tear apart
my existence.

In the midst of balloons and confetti,
joy struck;
the colours, the mirth,
the sheer gaiety,
I could not resist.

In the midst of antiseptic and blood,
many a scream struck;
the only vent
to the pain
and my impatience.

In the midst of sirens and debris,
love struck;
the memory of tomorrow,
as scary, lonely
and joyful,
as I.


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