Friday, 7 November 2014

It’s nothing absurd



In a delighted moment,
I invited her to my home,

she kept mum

From heart rejected my offer,

 disliked any undue overture

Anger brewed,
 underneath her chest,

blood boiled, mind upset

Ultimately decided to come,
not out of obligation,

but to teach me a lesson


Rushed to my house,

as if a frowned dragon,

My doors were wide open

Ignoring her virulent form,
 I extended a warm welcome



Her  bright eyes,
now red and glowing,

I could sense,
 inside she was fuming

"what U think of me, 
how dare U call ?

I can create havoc, 
U don’t know me at all"
U're acting over smart,
are U proficient,
 in professional art? 
No stop in mid-way,
and a march ahead!
to match steps with,
 pioneers of surgical trade?


Started to smash objects,

screamed in top of her voice

In a feat of rage,

sundered periodicals, journals,

page by page

Ejected expletive from sharp tongue,

unaware, doing something wrong

Steam's let off, storm’s over

departed fast, slamming d’ doors
Since then an unruffled silence,

litters spread all over drawing place

Signs of aftermath of d’ tempest,

damage done, I coolly assessed

With restraint watched entire episode,

strangely felt, its nothing absurd

A discord in understanding,

I swept d’ rubbish,
 arranged d’ things

bowed a beat,
  faced d' tempest  
it passed over head,
only d' tremors felt


Though  never crossed,
 d’ decency line

a conscience pinch, 
still creeps in,

a terrible hurricane finally over,

Yet I feel,  
 it’s nothing absurd


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