In circles we go…

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04/06/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Beauty, our bane!


I said that aloud and she didn’t
Like it.

But it wasn’t something new.
It was the same old story, running
In the same old loop.
It wasn’t something that
She never knew.

She had sat with her eye drooping
And her face a frame of
Painful acceptance.
It made me feel like I was her
Father.

I wanted to hug her and
Tell her it was alright.
This, in spite of her repeated
Failures; in spite of
Repeated slipups and
Innumerable baseness!

It made me want to lean closer
And whisper in her
Ear that it was ok.

Anything.
Just to let her know that I was
So glad she understood.
Finally.
So happy that she accepted.

Now it pained me to think of her
Drooping, teary eyes.
A maneuver?
To cunningly cajole me into
Her arms?

Was it just to get
Those hugs that I knew she didn’t
Deserve and yet gave it
Willingly.

Was it that she now
Knew that her sad face,
Her compelling beauty
Was my weakness?

One tear and I’m on my knees.
One smile and her evils, her
wanton irresistible sins forgotten.

Should I have kept the best of
Me away from her?
Should I have tried harder
To be someone whom she
Couldn’t trap in her
titillation?

Men!

A sly wink, A swish of a skirt,
A tinkling feminine voice,
The minor sway of hips,
And we’re doomed!

And they’re called the weaker sex!

My triumph lies in her loss
But why this pain within me.
Victory feel like
The Devil’s snarling
Vengeance.

Doubtful tendrils reach out
And I react with the only
words that I have learnt
By rote.

“Please Love, weep not.
I’m not letting
You go.”

Siddiqui F.
(28.05.2012)

4 thoughts on “In circles we go…

  1. amarllyis says:

    Wah! Kya baat hai. Getting better with this form! 🙂

  2. Jayesh says:

    Nice one 🙂

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