• To blah is not to blah. To blah is setting aside a part of you, coloured in a mirage that actually exists, and physically doesn't.

Monday, August 15, 2011


A You


I dressed myself
And smiled a smile
I got myself a heart
Though for a little while

I stood in pride
And drank my tears
I learnt new songs
To please your ears

I let me dream
And stabbed my bleeding senses
I gave my spirit away
For you didn’t like its face

You were never untrue
Even with your casual lies
You showed your true self
For you felt no reason to hide

You were everything and more to me
If only I had drawn you differently

4 comments:

  1. Well, what can I say?...you know i love your poetry...yet another simple, lucid, heartfelt, and brilliant piece...strikes a delicate chord within...

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  2. Madhurima ChatterjeeAugust 16, 2011 at 2:38 AM

    Nice one... true for so many of us.

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  3. Again, I love the last line here! You're just brilliant. And you know that... :)

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  4. Fabulous! Love ur poems! They hav so much Depth!

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