Your tainted love
It trickles down
Like an IV drip,
Plops into me
A bit by bit, and I feel
Foolishly sanguine, comatose.
I am your hallowed vessel,
On a lethal dose of you
I’ve overdosed.
I never noticed
When my own blood
Turned to water
In your hands,
When I found myself warped
Into your version of me –
Meek, bleak, servile,
Blind to your failings,
Sold into serfdom,
Ready for your commands.
But I’m cosy now
Warm, fuzzy.
My head is dizzy
With the drug
Of the promises
You fail to keep.
Yet you are
The remedy for everything,
The panacea to cure me
From the eternal pain that I seek.
Every now and then
When I meet
With the past,
I’m lost,
Groping for my own reality.
But you rescue me,
Inject me
With your substance;
Your excuses,
Your treasonous truths,
About my former banality.
And I’m subdued then,
Sated in the knowledge
That I’m now loved.
Even if that love
Be flawed to the core.
Funny how the lies I once abhorred
Bother me no more.
I’ll lay dormant
In this cage you built me
I’m too far gone,
Beyond hope.
Your drug courses
In my veins like blood my own.
Come, sweet liar,
Inject me again.
Claim me, sustain me.
Come whisper in my ears
Your bald lies.
Come dupe me again,
My anodyne.
Copyright Ā©2018 Pradita Kapahi.
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Good one ā¤ļø
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Thank you š
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This is felt deep, beautifully done!
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Thank you so much Ma’am š
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You are very welcome š
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This is hard hitting. Well written. šš»
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Thanks a lot, chum. How’ve you been?
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You’re welcome. š
Been better. Jut a little under the weather now. But I hope it passes soon.
How are you doing? Vacation over?
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Oh? I didn’t know you were unwell. Nothing serious I hope. Get better soon. As for me, the vacation has yet to start. From tomorrow that is š
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I havenāt told about that. Hence. š¬
No, nothing serious. Just weather change, I guess. š
Oh, well have fun then. š
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š Yes you haven’t. Not until you wrote it but u thought I missed soemthing, in case you had told me earlier or posted it somewhere.
Thanks a lot š I hope you too have something awesome planned for summer š
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Nah, I haven’t told anyone as a matter of fact. š
So, there’s that.
You’re welcome. š
Haha, Nothing as of now, but let’s see if there’s something that could be done.
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Well I hope you get better soon and that you’re able to take a vacation. Bengaluru has some amazing spots a few hours of drive away, isn’t it? Well then, see ya around š
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I hope the same too. Thank you. š
It does? I have no idea. š¬
Sure. š
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Oh my Pradita this one is special – very special!
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Thanks a lot D… But why do you think this is special? Not that I don’t appreciate the fact that you found it special. But I’m just curious about your choice of that word š
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This was pure raw emotions which flowed smooth yet bubbling with passion
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Aw, thanks a tonne D šš¤
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Really well written š
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Thanks š
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Female Shashi Tharoor
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š š š Really? Thank you š
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are kahe ka thank you. dictionary le k thode hi baith-ta hoon posts padhne k liye
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š š š š Maafi chahti hoon is gustakhi ki
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The dichotomy of love and imprisonment is no less than jail or trapped with drugs is injected in a deeply passionate manner.
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Sorry for the late reply Vishal. thank you so much for your kind words as always. How’ve you been?
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So beautiful . Really good. š
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Thank you š
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this excellently expressed, blooming in language of love and metaphorically rich… this is pure poetry
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Thank you so much š
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Bonjour ou bonsoir PADRITA
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La vie a grand besoin de respect et dāamour
Il faut savoir donner pour mƩriter de prendre
Ce qui nous est offert et savoir aussi le rendre
Nous traversons, souvent, pendant notre vie
Des tortueux chemins qui viennent nous surprendre
Cāest alors quāil nous faut ouvrir nos cÅurs et tendre
La main Ć nos amis pour leur dire bonjour
Belle journƩe ou belle soirƩe
Bisous Bernard
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