Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Tawaif
I hate that woman on the other side of the mirror. That is not me. I don't lie. She does. She makes me believe false promises.
Ah love is such a tempting promise! Even if it comes from a drunkard. My eyes greedily look into his, as I pour him some sweet mead. He is greedy too. All for this love that wont survive a night. Then he goes, leaving me and the pitcher empty. Did you hear my sobs, when the song paused?
The singer is sleepy now. It is almost dawn, and there is another. No I have had enough. I wont look at him.
Let my door be closed. Let me not see him go away. Let the door hold the promise of my last love.
I pretend I did not hear him say "Ranth!" I listen to her, the woman on the other side of the mirror. She tells me I am a queen. I smile. Then I sleep in the soothing rays of the sun.
I hate that woman on the other side of the mirror. That is not me. I don't lie. She does. She makes me believe false promises.
Ah love is such a tempting promise! Even if it comes from a drunkard. My eyes greedily look into his, as I pour him some sweet mead. He is greedy too. All for this love that wont survive a night. Then he goes, leaving me and the pitcher empty. Did you hear my sobs, when the song paused?
The singer is sleepy now. It is almost dawn, and there is another. No I have had enough. I wont look at him.
Let my door be closed. Let me not see him go away. Let the door hold the promise of my last love.
I pretend I did not hear him say "Ranth!" I listen to her, the woman on the other side of the mirror. She tells me I am a queen. I smile. Then I sleep in the soothing rays of the sun.
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