Thursday, April 03, 2014

Unrequited Love~


On a bright and sunny day,
I was smitten...stricken
-I fell in love with
              a paltry specimen of this human race.
       I let the fire rise and bloom
                 I had to stay in contact with him…
And here’s where the foolishness came in!!

So, what’s the first thing that a ‘lover fool’ tries to do??
          …well she tries her hand at poetry
And this came naturally, as I was a born poet
I was fast, faster than the Cherapunji rains
And my e-mails flew faster than the aircraft
Ah, truth has a slow, delayed reaction
His response to me was warm, caring, but definitely not loving. Sigh.
Yet I went along, thinking that love will conquer all.
Little did I know that 'love also has the power to turn the bravest woman into a raving fool'!!
Ignorance was my bower...
With an ache I found he was a lover of my poems,
Which I mistook as a love for me….alas!
The crumbling of my world still thumps
against my ears...
A foolish poet's imbecility betrayed my innocent love
Poetry brought me nothing
.....more than rejection
Oh...an ache still lives within
An ache that does not seem to die…
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This is pure fiction***//Cherapunji is the wettest place in India.

39 comments:

  1. Such beautiful words Panchalidi..really one sided love always aches a lot and the pain never dies..

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    1. Good to have you back, Ranita!! How have you been...? Long time....
      Thanks for the compliments...well, the prompt prompted me to scribble down a few lines...Ah, unrequited love hurts more than anything else in the world :((((
      Thanks for your lovely comments. how's the little one doing?

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    2. Its quite sometime that I am back but now you are the one whom I am missing..read the below mentioned post and everything will be clear about where I was..The little one is also doing fine..

      http://neathmyheart.blogspot.in/2014/02/desolation.html

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  2. ouch...not good...he loved your poetry, but not you...
    that is a bit heartbreaking....
    at least the ache (even if fictional)
    brought out more poetry
    but imagine it would be tough to write it knowing
    the pain it brought you

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    1. hahaa...I am glad that I could throw him off his pedestal at last, he honestly did not deserve me! Smiles.....but, yes...he (the fictional lover) was indeed a great source of inspiration for a budding poet :P
      Thanks Brian, for that witty comment :)))

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  3. The folly of love, rarely do we receive all we want, that is the great mystery.

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    1. Ah, yes, alan. You said it! Thank you... for the visit and the appreciation... :)

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  4. Ha ha, Panchali, you are telling my life story....I smiled my way through this, especially at the "paltry specimen of the human race".

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    1. LOL...Thank you for the visit, Sherry... your comments thrill me always.. :))))

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  5. fiction or not it is very realistic.
    Poetry can seem so innocent :)

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    1. :)
      Moonie...glad you enjoyed reading this. Thanks for coming by..:)))

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  6. Oh, no, don't close your heart...the guy was the messenger, helping to discover your talents, open you heart chakra for unconditional love, for seeing beauty in everything. Blessings!

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    1. Wow..! What a comment..!Haha...It is this leap my mind has never been able to take. Humbird :P
      Thanks heaps for the lovely comment :)))

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  7. Really enjoyed this tale. The poetry and the unvirtual reality of the poet could come as a rude shock!LOL

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    1. LOL....Your visit and comment have delighted me... with the delight of being fully understood... hahaha..
      thank you, rallentanda... :)))))

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  8. Well, truly, I could see how something like this COULD happen. But it was good for the poet at least that the (fictional) lover provided inspiration. I wouldn't doubt that there HAVE been situations where this kind of thing has really happened!!

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    1. Oh you are right,.... such situations are not implausible at all, Mary. Thanks for the lovely comment... coming from you that quite a compliment....:))

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  9. Good words for this prompt. I like the direction it took.

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    1. I am thrilled to read your comment, purlepeninportland...Thanks for dropping in.. :)))

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    1. :)
      Pleasure to have you here, Subhorup... and to get that smiley :))
      thanks a bunch. :)))

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  11. A very beautiful poem ... loved the emotions :-)

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    1. Amrit, Thanks for dropping in and giving me a thumbs up... :))))

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  12. i like this weaving of emotion effortlessly...beautiful lines Panchalidi.. :)

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    1. Oh, thanks for your appreciation, Sumana. Your comments thrill me every time :)))))

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  13. I'm not sure I agree that poetry brought you nothing -- what about this wonderful poem ;)

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    1. Marit, I feel free to be impressed with myself now... :P
      Thanks very much!! :))

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  14. How sad that he loved the words or poems but not the poet or the writer of these words ~ Ah well, better to let go of that love ~ Really enjoyed this one ~

    Grace

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    1. Ahhh...Grace. Thank you so much... your appreciation is like a tonic for me.. :)))

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  15. "Ignorance was my bower..."
    "The crumbling of my world still thumps
    against my ears..."

    Pure poetry, loving, even kind to the fool in pursuit of love and writer who aides and abets with words, and true in the best sense of touching more people than you may know. Thank you.

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    1. Awww....I am thrilled to read your comment, Susan. Thank you for your detailed comment.. and for the visit and the prompt... :))))

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  16. oh! and poetry came natural to this lover fool! :) glad it came yep for her and us! and damn the other as fool :)

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    1. Your comment delights me, Akila... thanks a lot... :D
      " damn the other as fool :"--Oh, your suggestion points to YES. :))))

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  17. "truth has a slow, delayed reaction" ... how true !!!

    Sublime poetry. Would like to pint out one fact though. Mawsynram in East Khasi district is the wetest place & not Cherapunji.

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    1. Oh,I learned something today, Ashwani. And Mawsynram is just 16 kms away from Cherapunji.....Incidently, I have been to Meghlaya several times when my husband was posted in Guwahati, but have never been to Mawsynram.
      Thank you for your detailed comment.. and for the visit... :))))

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  18. ah, such a lovely account of poetry as the fool. you write fluidly. lovely job.

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-fool-poem.html

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    1. I'm so glad you liked this, Stacy.. :))) Thanks for coming by... :)
      Cheers friend!

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  19. There is a magical charm in your well crafted lines or shall I say spontaneous flow of words.Either way it leaves the reader for a moment spell bound.Little wonder he fell in love with the poetry!!!

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    1. I am pleased you liked this, parthasarathi...:)) Thanks a ton for dropping in and giving me a thumbs up... means so much to me!! :))))

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