Wednesday, April 05, 2006

The man who died

I read a book
Where a man waited with bated breath, for a woman.
He died, I suppose.
(When I was young,
I was taught
That life abates with breath.)
It is strange –
I never knew a broken heart to kill anyone
Although it pinches the skin with its sharp edges
When no one is looking.


Srihari said...

"He died, I suppose." Matter-of-factly stirring.

"I never knew a broken heart to kill anyone". Kavithai ku poi azhagu, quite literally.

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

last few lines - beautiful

apu said...

Sri - poetry has a way of allowing us to say things sometimes, I think which we would never be able to otherwise; Shoefie - tks!