Jaded Partitions

Are you old and tired?
What are you waiting for?
The sun that rose for you every morning
Has left your termite-eaten, hollow walls- faded, jaded!
Yet you wake up every morning,
You brush your lone molar, twin canines!
What can you tear?
What’s left to chew?
 
Your sweetheart once,
Your heart’s rhythm,
Your love in youth, 
Your lover still,
Is weary too!
Yet, lies awake 
All night through.
Afraid to lose-
Her love to chance,
Hoping still,
For a chance to love.


Your pride is swollen,
But your love vacant
Your joints stiff
And your mind unbending…
Wake up from this gory dream
And let the fatigued walls collapse.
For, on the other side
Of this partition,
A symphony waits to explode,
Your waltz of love to enchant,
…and your union to freeze time!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Palli Avatar
December 12, 2010 at 1:55 AM
Nice one!
Brown Avatar
December 7, 2010 at 5:05 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Sumaya. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. You can look to the left side of the main page and find lots of information on PoetrySoup including contests by members of PoetrySoup and contests by the PoetrySoup site also. Love, Carol
Poet Avatar
December 5, 2010 at 6:22 PM
Interesting one.Liked it.Best of luck.-kashinath.
Sweetheart Avatar
December 5, 2010 at 3:42 PM
Good luck in the current contest of the same name... an excellent entry ... with luv..
Mehta Avatar
December 5, 2010 at 1:53 PM
Pride stolen but love vacant.. nice expression with az very very positive ending, sumaya. Nice flow of words. and good luck
A   Avatar
December 5, 2010 at 12:59 PM
a lovely write, enjoyed,..p.d.
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