Edge of a Cliff: As he came near..

This is the third poem of the series. It's called 'As he came near..' it's intense. I hope you can feel it when you read it.

She stood on the edge of a cliff, 

Still facing away from the gorge. 

Her dream of a worst nightmare 

Was at last becoming real. 

With the approaching of that one man;

Who she hated to love and loved to hate, 

She could feel an electrifying spark right under her chest. 

As his footsteps got louder and nearer; 

Her heart thumped faster and heavier. 

The wind was blasting through her clothes;

It was tearing apart her soul. 

Her locks of fine black long hair, twisted and tangled;

Aggressively ravaged her face

She could feel the nature's forceful course. 

Shaky palms, Tearful eyes, Cold heart

O, what an intense sight? 

She was occasionally shook by the noise 

That came from the thundering sky. 

The lightening lit up her blackened heart 

Spread a halo around her burdened head 

Gave her no reasons why she should hide 

Any secrets 

She thought "It's do or die, no room for ego or pride". 

She let her lips talk 

She hid nothing, She just let it all flow. 

The lover was listening 

The lover was so near now;

He was breathing her stale breath,

And quenching his thirst with her tears.

They glared into each other's eyes with hatred and love,

Not knowing whether to 'hate' or to 'love'? 

Not another word spoken 

Every bad thing was forgotten 

Emotions were venting through their veins 

Powerful enough to set fire to the rain. 

Reviews

[Faffy]

there are no words to describe the power of this poem, every word, every line was just so gripping! but among them, these stood out the most

They glared into each other's eyes with hatred and love,
Not knowing whether to 'hate' or to 'love'?
Not another word spoken
Every bad thing was forgotten
Emotions were venting through their veins
Powerful enough to set fire to the rain.

i loved those lines. the imagery was amazing. loved this =)

Roshan

[PP]

Thank you Roshan once again, your reviews mean a lot to me!

[Elizabeth Marie O'neil-..]

"He was breathing her stale breath,
And quenching his thirst with her tears." -This held so much weight for me. It occurred to me for the first time that maybe "the lover" was taking so much from her so he could fine it within himself to forgive her? Or maybe love is consumed through the faulted partner?
Anyways, beautifully written. Keep it up!

[PP]

Thank you Elizabeth for you ever so kind compliments:)

Your interpretation of those two line are perfect. At that particular instance when he came near there was a lot of distance between the lovers. It was the dirt of dishonesty, lies, hypocrisy and vile covering each other's heart and soul.

Thanks a lot for such a detailed review and I am glad to have you around to shine your light on my creations:)

[Elizabeth Marie O'neil-Smith]

Anytime, Prathama (: You write really good.

[amarlaksh]

Great write. very well done. Keep writing

[PP]

Thank you Amar!

[zainul]

So exciting to read as you ventured to write probably with your excited mood!
Could you check the word 'thought' in this line,"Emotions were venting thought their veins"?
I thought it might be 'through'

Added to my favorites and reading list.
100/100

[PP]

Thank you Zainul, I am so glad you spotted the typo, much appreciated! 100/100 that's so kind of you:)

[PP]

Amended now :)

[zainul]

Thank you Prathama for the wonderful creation :)

[PP]

You are welcome Zainul :)

[zainul]

:)

[DrD]

Filled with passion and throbbing sensitivity, this becomes a marvelous work expressing the outer limits of human emotion. I was captivated by it and hope to see more of this kind of thing from you.

[PP]

Thank you D! The passion grew as I was writing each word. I guess my writings are reflection of my own self and this tone suits me. You will definitely see more of this style in my writing. I am glad you could feel this piece!

[Becca Bishop]

First of all, let me say how much I love the idea of writing a series of poems that all grow off of each other!!! Never would have thought of that myself :P "Hated to love and loved to hate..." Love that line! There are some people in my life like that; it's pretty topsy turvy :D I loved the last stanza especially, although the very last line "...set fire to the rain" reminded me of that one song by Adele or whatever. I really hate that song :I That may or may not have influenced my liking of your poetry.

[PP]

Thanks Becca for our kind words! And that last line, oops didn't realise the Adele connection at all. It was a line that just flew in from somewhere lol!! Guess it's the subconscious mind to blame!!!

[Becca Bishop]

Well, it's redeemed itself a bit by being in your poem...so... :P yeah

[PP]

Haha..you never seem not to surprise me with your comments!!

[Becca Bishop]

Good :D :D :D If no one can predict what I'm going to do next it'll be easier to get away when I'm a wanted criminal ;D

[PP]

Hahaha...!!! You will never commit the same crime twice!!!