09/01/2010

Taste of a Woman

Tears that are salty,
Music that scalds the mind.
Kisses that are sloppy,
Poesy that I cant find.
Laughter that is irreverent,
Tears that are hot.
Love that is fleeting.
Lectures which I heed not.
Words that tug at my mind,
Fear that is omniscient.
Anger that I cant find.
Anxiety that grips my throat.
Leaving behind a girl most whimsical.
Becoming a woman nevertheless is liberating.

5 comments:

Parv Kaushik said...

beautifully penned! loved it!!!!

Indrajit said...

This one is one of your best works I find. Ending really rocked!

"THE BARD WHO DOESNT HAVE TO TRY TOO HARD" said...

intresting views u've conveyed..*claps* 2u 4 feel proud of being a woman!!

A Poetess said...

thanks all for your comments...but frankly I don't like this piece of work at all..seems to me that the words don't flow into each other!

Parv Kaushik said...

i can relate to that sometimes people on my blog appreciate the poem soo much it almost has me worried for m thinking "hey this poem is so stupid, i hate it"

sometimes we only see how we could have made it better but the reader sees the beauty even in the imperfect work!