Thursday, June 21, 2012

Burial of his Dead Heart

All attempts have failed to revive
It is not ready to strive
Pounding hearts witness brutality live
Someone they know is left bleeding
Hungry dogs got a nice feeding
The owner of the heart
Knew from the start
But he got stuck in the whirlpool
And look what is left
Shreds of love and care
Strewn here and there
A clear sign of a savage massacre
Now it is time for the holy burial
The priest has come for the ceremony
He raised his hand to declare his supremacy
“We have gathered for the burial of his dead heart”
The crowd nodded
Bereft of hope they have accepted the unaccepted
“Now I shall read some false beliefs from the book of love quotes” he grins
“I want a pair of slaughtered dove to mark the end of what they called love” he ordered
The grand ceremony concluded
Now hatred shall prevail
Let it consume your hearts
Let it blacken it
Let it feel the hatred
Love doesn’t live here anymore
As it rests six feet under.
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16 comments:

  1. UnknownJune 21, 2012 at 11:41 PM

    amazingly consummating. I have no words to describe what this one is. A brilliantly-written piece to say the least.

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  2. Tarun MazumdarJune 22, 2012 at 1:17 AM

    thank you Shikha...

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  3. JaskirancanvasJune 23, 2012 at 12:43 PM

    you did such fantastic job on this one... surely you are growing as a poet.. its dark but its amazing... i love this one.. your best.. truly amazing....

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    1. Tarun MazumdarJune 26, 2012 at 8:16 PM

      Thank You Jas... I am truly honored by your appreciating comment...

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  4. Brian MillerJune 26, 2012 at 1:26 PM

    now that we have read some false beliefs from the book of love poems....haha...love that part....

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  5. ScarletJune 26, 2012 at 3:15 PM

    A twist in the ending ~ What a story ~

    Nice to see you at D'verse ~

    Grace (from my other blog)

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    1. Tarun MazumdarJune 26, 2012 at 8:18 PM

      Thanks Grace... no wait, thanks Heaven, I should thank your alter ego instead.. :)

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  6. UnknownJune 26, 2012 at 7:10 PM

    Wow, this is brutal. The satire is cutting about the religion of superficial ritual. I am almost left wondering whether this is meant symbolically or a veiled reference to a harsher reality.

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    1. Tarun MazumdarJune 26, 2012 at 8:20 PM

      Thanks Charles... this is more of an abstract poem as I wanted the reader to comprehend whatever they wish to, it can be anything..

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  7. ClaudiaJune 27, 2012 at 10:48 AM

    now that is quite the scene and ritual..a pair of slaughtered dove to mark the end of what they called love...tight...

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  8. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2012 at 9:45 PM

    A wonderfully brutal read it is... And I've always enjoyed works like these...

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  9. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarrySeptember 21, 2012 at 5:32 AM

    love the last few lines the best,
    beautiful poetry.

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  10. shoelessboywonderSeptember 21, 2012 at 9:44 AM

    nice wow, cool. '



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  11. AnonymousSeptember 22, 2012 at 10:04 AM

    neat.

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  12. AnonymousSeptember 22, 2012 at 4:57 PM

    lovely expression.

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