Real Unreal

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The music played on
The champagne followed
The conversations punctuated by soft laughter
And the evening progressed to its logical starter

This is the song for the happy times
Or a mood setter for the melee, one day fine
So many things to tell compressed within a short time
And life was again back to like nursery rhymes

The hurt he had caused her, she so wanted to take revenge
The consummated pain just dragging her one step back
As the story unfolded, she couldn’t take it any step further
And the war she had struck with herself retaliated within her

Was the story a figment of her imagination to hurt him
Or it was a sour truth she believed in real
As the pain seared through her on hearing his low voice
She tried to repair everything back to jolly line

She wasn’t a cheap floozy
Just a woman high on passion
And her imagination high on testosterone
But she was going to make everything close to perfect

So the music still played on
The dining towards an end
The conversations on the edge of punctuation
And then the night progressed to its logical start



Note: A friend asked me the definition of poem. According to me, a poem is a simple expression, not of love, anger etc etc, but of self, things that strike a chord in your heart/mind and you have to write it out fast before it festers and turns into a mind numbing disease.


About Alka

Trying to just make some sense out of things and put some sense into me!! :) :) :)

Posted on June 19, 2014, in Poesy and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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