Creeper.. Creepier

Creeper.. Creepier short poem

I was basking in the glorious Sun, when that delicate creeper tapped at my feet and innocently smiled, said it’s called Love.

It promised me sweet smelling blossoms everyday, its weightlessness around my body, if I nurtured it with attention and caressing kisses.

I embraced it with open arms.

I noticed it grew stronger, filling me with pleasant joys at dawn and exotic ones at dusk.

I gave it all the attention I could, the kisses my mouth could offer.

It thrilled me to know that I had a magical creeper, hid it from the world, my very own secret.

So lost I was, in love, I dint realize till one day, it had grown thicker, heavier and coarse.

It stopped blooming flowers, was covered with prickly thorns that jabbed my body. Pain spread to the mind, leaving memories of young love behind.

Yet I held on, reminding love of the sweetness, the promises I kept, the kisses I gave…

I fell short of finishing my sentence, when I saw in wide eyed horror, love had now become a tree vine, so strong, so wide and browned, and it had entwined my throat, narrowed my wind pipe, choked my life out .

Love killed me…Love killed me…

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Archana Kamath

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I am an ordinary girl with extraordinary dreams. A self taught artist who seeks freedom of expression through art,crafts and words. Bold and unassuming with the ideas and technique,I derive inspiration from a childlike point of view of things around myself. I write and paint in the absence of hesitation brought by non adherence to social logic and influenced debates.I write about my trysts with pain,love,joy,freedom and the journey of it all. My relationship with poetry is at its charming beginning, a quest with thrilling ups and downs. And my experience with writing is like Robert Frost rightly quoted,‘Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.’
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Love can be liberating and yet obsessive love can strangulate. the Poet captures this thought so well in her composition. There are moments when one almost feels a chill down one’s spine. Well written Archana