Thursday, February 3, 2011

The return of the enemy

When the dreaded foe resurfaced

My heart crashed against the ribs

Knocking me down.

But soon I picked myself up

And the ground steadied beneath me,

And I faced the foe.

The apparition which had petrified me

Was now but a shadow of what he was

The first time

He’d been demystified.

His cards were exposed

And my reserves I’d discovered.

I mocked him.

You can kill only me

You can’t touch my spirit


Anjuli said...

Excellent. I loved your final lines- they are so true- No one has the power over our spirit- that one thing gives us such strength!

Suman said...


P. Venugopal said...

i saw this poem only now, madam. you have demystified it.

The Blue Periwinkle said...

OH Wow!!

Lovely expressions!

Especially the last lines...!


Pranavam Ravikumar a.k.a. Kochuravi said...

Absolutely Nice...! Its after a long time, I am peeping into a blog from Trivandrum.

soul speaks said...

fabulous.. those lines echo of a strong will..

Haddock said... can't touch my spirit