Thursday, August 12, 2010

Nemesis

I cannot turn around,
I cannot run away,
I cannot hide..

For me,
there lies no escape,

haunting me,
is a nemesis,
that is my own...
Not a shadow unknown.

The beseeching cry of my own soul,
mirroring,
the sighs of my bleeding innocence
lying stabbed,
with daggers wrought,
in the fire of the sins that were my own.

16 comments:

Punkster said...

You make pain, beautiful.

Seiously.

meeta said...

Thanks for the read & comment rockstar Punky :-)

Adee said...

hai waqt ek saya katil ka, sath mere jo chalta hai// katil se karoon main yarana, mushkil to nahi, aasan bhi nahi

this is what u made me remember!

ani_aset said...

Khata hui hai to dard bhi hoga :)
kya likha wah :)

Surubhi said...

In life the so called sins fade away as you look back at them after years gone by :)

limeice said...

I really love the soul of the thought. The idea of being haunted by your own self is something very familiar - and so I can appreciate this even more.
I didn't know you write so well - will be here more often :)

Thanks for sharing!

meeta said...

@Adee that ghazal got you in my book of classic poets...hoothon pe hasi ankhon mei nami/ghooth ghoot kar yun jeena mushkil to nahi asaan bhi nahi

meeta said...

@ani_aset thanku :)

meeta said...

@Surubhi wish it were so easy.

meeta said...

@limeice Thanku for the read..glad u liked it. Thanks for the comment.

Yes being haunted by your ownself..wish there was an escape.

serendipity said...

~Its beautiful~

meeta said...

@neerjaji thanku :-)

baavriviti said...

i sighed and i empathized. touching, this is.

meeta said...

@baavri thanku :-)

ayesha said...

Good one :)

meeta said...

@ayesha thanku :)