Prologue:
This poem is addressed to "Cupid" who according to Classical mythology is the "God of desire".
He is responsible for people to fall in love. According to the myth, If Cupid finds two creatures fitting to fall in love, he would shoot arrows that would pierce each victim's heart and fill it with love and desire.
Often times, this mischievous little angel would shoot arrows on the victims and get the perfect shot but other times he would pierce one of em and miss-out the other one intentionally. That is where it begins, the incessant pain and grief.
This poem is relatable to a similar story where Cupid managed to pierce the hero's heart with the golden arrow, in fact a bull's eye but did not mind shooting any arrows to the one who is supposed to reciprocate the hero's love.
After more than a year or two of distress and depression, here he is again with his broken heart mended together, fully functional yet tender with his unfathomable fear of past disrupting him to fall in love again.
This poem is about his conversation with Cupid, where he remembers the last time they met, all those times when Cupid used to play all sorts of tricks to make him fall in love, later he admonishes Cupid and finally pleads him that at-least this new found love shall be reciprocated or he wishes to be left alone.
Here it goes,
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Not again Dear Cupid,
Your tricks wont work anymore,
I am yet to forget the last time we met,
I got used to your lame tricks before.
Not long ago did you leave me,
With nothing but solitude and darkness.
All the pain and agony have just begun to cease,
and here you are again to spread your malicious disease.
I'm yet to forget the last time we met,
You showed me how beautiful my life can be,
Little did I know it was just a wrapper,
With contents of pure agony.
You painted my arid life,
like a rainbow with beautiful colors,
then you ruined it all together,
And made it look like a worthless mess.
I have outlived all the dark days,
all those struggles has made me stronger,
the wounds have now been inured,
and has become an indestructible armor.
Did you really expect me,
to heed to you and take another chance,
No! you are not a Pied-Piper and to your
stupid tunes I'm not going to dance.
But,
Is this one of your dramas?
I become negligent to the surrounding noise.
Distinct and mellifluous like a heavenly harp,
I hear nothing but her beautiful voice.
Is this one of your wicked plans?
trying to pierce my heart through your arrow,
then tangle my life in her beautiful hair-locks
and leave me there to suffer an incessant sorrow.
But listen Dear Cupid,
I may look like I'm okay and I may boast to be strong,
But I have always been weary of things that may go wrong!
If suppose my armor breaks and I loose my poor little heart,
Let it survive in this beautiful love, please don't tear it all apart.
-Adhi
6/12/2016
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Epilogue:
This poem is written after a sudden twist in tale, My usually boring life has taken a sudden uplift. I never wanted to fall in love again but it seems cupid has other Ideas.I do not want to loose my heart, experience the pain of loneliness and agony of solitude ever again.
Yes, I have been trying my best to avoid her and No, I haven't even spoken to her yet,I haven't seen her properly, my heart hasn't inscribed her beautiful face, yet I am here, pleading cupid to spare my heart,at least this time.
This poem is addressed to "Cupid" who according to Classical mythology is the "God of desire".
Often times, this mischievous little angel would shoot arrows on the victims and get the perfect shot but other times he would pierce one of em and miss-out the other one intentionally. That is where it begins, the incessant pain and grief.
This poem is relatable to a similar story where Cupid managed to pierce the hero's heart with the golden arrow, in fact a bull's eye but did not mind shooting any arrows to the one who is supposed to reciprocate the hero's love.
After more than a year or two of distress and depression, here he is again with his broken heart mended together, fully functional yet tender with his unfathomable fear of past disrupting him to fall in love again.
This poem is about his conversation with Cupid, where he remembers the last time they met, all those times when Cupid used to play all sorts of tricks to make him fall in love, later he admonishes Cupid and finally pleads him that at-least this new found love shall be reciprocated or he wishes to be left alone.
Here it goes,
............................................................................................................
Not again Dear Cupid,
Your tricks wont work anymore,
I am yet to forget the last time we met,
I got used to your lame tricks before.
Not long ago did you leave me,
With nothing but solitude and darkness.
All the pain and agony have just begun to cease,
and here you are again to spread your malicious disease.
I'm yet to forget the last time we met,
You showed me how beautiful my life can be,
Little did I know it was just a wrapper,
With contents of pure agony.
You painted my arid life,
like a rainbow with beautiful colors,
then you ruined it all together,
And made it look like a worthless mess.
I have outlived all the dark days,
all those struggles has made me stronger,
the wounds have now been inured,
and has become an indestructible armor.
Did you really expect me,
to heed to you and take another chance,
No! you are not a Pied-Piper and to your
stupid tunes I'm not going to dance.
But,
Is this one of your dramas?
I become negligent to the surrounding noise.
Distinct and mellifluous like a heavenly harp,
I hear nothing but her beautiful voice.
Is this one of your wicked plans?
trying to pierce my heart through your arrow,
then tangle my life in her beautiful hair-locks
and leave me there to suffer an incessant sorrow.
But listen Dear Cupid,
I may look like I'm okay and I may boast to be strong,
But I have always been weary of things that may go wrong!
If suppose my armor breaks and I loose my poor little heart,
Let it survive in this beautiful love, please don't tear it all apart.
-Adhi
6/12/2016
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Epilogue:
This poem is written after a sudden twist in tale, My usually boring life has taken a sudden uplift. I never wanted to fall in love again but it seems cupid has other Ideas.I do not want to loose my heart, experience the pain of loneliness and agony of solitude ever again.
Yes, I have been trying my best to avoid her and No, I haven't even spoken to her yet,I haven't seen her properly, my heart hasn't inscribed her beautiful face, yet I am here, pleading cupid to spare my heart,at least this time.
