Trapped in emotions;
between joy and gloom,
between life and doom;
as I see the old flame
warm his heart in smiles.
Trapped in memories;
they swim before eyes,
like truth between lies;
Had I not been so afraid,
would he have been me?
Trapped within myself;
I seek forgotten answers
to now reborn questions,
realizing that, “I tried”
won’t be enough to free.
Animesh had suggested on my page, Inspire My Art, to write: “Short Poem, not a micropoetry, just a short poem to describe your feelings when you meet one of your best friends of the college after so many years and find out that his wife is the same girl whom you loved but never dared to propose”
– so, glad to say, “Art – inspired, and painted”.
(March 3rd, 2012)
Vinay Leo R.
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.