The Unfinished Entiwining

Healing the scars, bearing the pain
Of piercing needle in my heart and brain .
Your presence was like a thread ,
A thread in this needle ,
Weaving the twill of love ,
Which was feeble.

Words were bullets ,
From my loose-lipped mortar.
They razed the strands ,
in twined twill of ardour.

I begrimed the twill ,
You dropped the aiguille ,
It's echoes, I can still hear ,
Even in this flurry chill.

But the needle isn't broken,
It just bent to remain unbroken ,
One cannot remove the traces of time,
Your name is still written in scars of mine.

Come back, let the thread pass through the needle eye,
Let the twill be completely twined.

Join the Discussion

This article has 4 comments. Post your own now!

KatyainiThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jul. 14, 2016 at 1:56 pm
It's painfully beautiful
RajaviMishra replied...
Jul. 15, 2016 at 10:17 am
Thank you so much
Liz123 said...
Jul. 5, 2016 at 3:50 am
Rajavi, This is an amazing piece of poetry.. Write more often.. :)
RajaviMishra replied...
Apr. 7 at 9:21 am
Thank you so much!!
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback