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



7 comments:

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!

Randhir Singh Suman said...

nice

P. Venugopal said...

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

Tripthi Battapadi said...

OH Wow!!

Lovely expressions!

Especially the last lines...!


:)

Pranavam Ravikumar said...

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

soulsearchingdays said...

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

Haddock said...

Yes....you can't touch my spirit