The Widow

It’s over

Her warm tear-streaked cheeks
touched the hard pillow
a sharp pain flashed through her
newly tonsured head

gone were those long tresses
that swayed with the slightest breeze
and fell over her shoulders
like a cascading waterfall
gone with him forever

her glass bangles lay broken
glittering shards of intense memories
a single white muslin
draped her naked youth
feelings affections desires
 destined now
to die
plunged deeper into
 the dark recesses of her heart
 her hopes
her tears
her joys
all bounded within the cloistered walls


The mournful walls of  her narrow room
watched the ghastliness of death

the rite, the pyre, the flames
 the chants and the moaners
all flowed in front of her
in a hazy mist
acting like a spell
they strained her lifeless body

under the dim light of the oil lamp
lay her humble meal
untouched

in her slender fingers
was clenched a rosary
her soul mate for the remaining life

her eyes, heavy with sorrow and pain
began to close
the light of the lamp
faded into the
inky Bengal night

plunging her into the realms of obscurity

“outstanding”

“cut” ,

 “packup”

The director said.


beaming with joy
her face lit up
with a dazzling smile
her last shot of her first film
 and what a brilliant performance

i looked at my friend
making an effort
to match her excitement

She waved and slipped into her room
within minutes she was back
her curls flirting around her moon like face
little soft clouds

dazzling in a bright red gown
Looking ravishing
as a newly wed should

-*-*-

pain cut  through my heart
 like lightning
a tear rolled down slowly
as we hugged

 I clenched the piece of paper in my fist

A message for her

” He is no more” It read


Tikuli
Spinning a Yarn of Life

From Leo:

This is a guest post by Tikulli, one of my teammates in the recently concluded Blogger’s Premiere League. She’s a very versatile writer, likes to experiment with genre and blogs at Spinning a Yarn of Life. I welcome her here to I Rhyme Without Reason, and thank her for writing this lovely post for the blog. This is the 597th post here.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

14 thoughts on “The Widow

  1. hi tikki,this was really a very nice poem..the best read i'v come across in a while.the story flowed in verse and there were two twists too!welcome to IRWR and thanks for coming to my li'l space and sharing this with me and my readers!

  2. Nice contribution to Leo's Blog Tikki!! I loved the double twist in the tale!! 😉 Beautiful transition of scenes from of to the other.The last two lines were heart wrenching because you had beautifully built up to it…

  3. Thank you so much friends. Leo is a precious friend and my muse 🙂 so it is my token of love and care for this wonderful poet and even a more beautiful human being.. beautiful within is what matters. Bless ya me boy ..success to you Cheers!!!!

  4. WOW, no words to control the tear that is flowing on my cheeks…One moment of sadness…then with the director came the happiness -oh, its a movie….bu to end with that msg in the paper….OMG, its to sad.Tiku, beautifully written yet again. Special hugs to you.

  5. Sad..happy..sad..Beautifully written..Tears almost rolled down my cheeks..:(Awesome poem, the best I have come across in a while:)

  6. Tikuli , this was awesome poem .. I loved the first half , as you have beautifully expressed even the slightest emotions and all …It is really awesome , and well as far as the ending goes , I had already guessed it 😉 but then never knew it would end so well 🙂 Leo , advance congrats for your 600th post 🙂 Wish your friendship blossom always 🙂

  7. A special thanks to everyone for this huge appreciation. would love to have you all on my blog too so that we can all connect . It is the truth of many a widows in India esp those in vrindavan etc and the harsh reality of how the events can tun in matter of a moment. Uma thanks dear for visiting this blog. love you Thank you again to Leo for featuring me

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