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In Specific Proportions

September 11, 2009
You always loved me
On your own terms
In specific proportions
In calculated phases
First you got high on me
Then addicted
Finally fed-up
My words and convos
Compliments and wishes
Became unpalatable
I sensed our affinity creeping
Towards the stage where the indifference
Devoured the link that existed between us
On this solitary eve
I thought, ‘Do all relationships wither that way?’
And then… something struck my mind
I said, ‘You always loved me’…
Did you really love me?
Or was it all merely a gratifying ‘dream’?You always loved me
On your own terms
In specific proportions
In calculated phases
First you got high on me
Then addicted
Finally fed-up
My words and convos
Compliments and wishes
Became unpalatable
I sensed our affinity creeping
Towards the stage where the indifference
Devoured the link that existed between us
On this solitary eve
I thought, ‘Do all relationships wither that way?’
And then… something struck my mind
I said, ‘You always loved me’…
Did you really love me?
Or was it all merely a gratifying ‘dream’?You always loved me
On your own terms
In specific proportions
In calculated phases
First you got high on me
Then addicted
Finally fed-up
My words and convos
Compliments and wishes
Became unpalatable
I sensed our affinity creeping
Towards the stage where the indifference
Devoured the link that existed between us
On this solitary eve
I thought, ‘Do all relationships wither that way?’
And then… something struck my mind
I said, ‘You always loved me’…
Did you really love me?
Or was it all merely a gratifying ‘dream’?
You always loved me
On your own terms
In specific proportions
In calculated phases
First you got high on me
Then addicted
Finally fed-up
My words and convos
Compliments and wishes
Became unpalatable
I sensed our affinity creeping
Towards the stage where the indifference
Devoured the link that existed between us
On this solitary eve
I thought, ‘Do all relationships wither that way?’
And then… something struck my mind
I said, ‘You always loved me’…
Did you really love me?
Or was it all a gratifying ‘dream’?
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11 Comments leave one →
  1. September 11, 2009 4:23 pm

    Thats a nice piece of writing (Y)…

    • Ayesha permalink
      September 12, 2009 7:36 pm

      🙂

  2. September 12, 2009 12:35 am

    Words as divine truth… 🙂

    • Ayesha permalink
      September 12, 2009 7:36 pm

      Words are indeed!

  3. September 12, 2009 4:56 am

    Thats beautiful; I especially liked its transition which you’ve managed quite skillfully. I can feel the emotion oozing out of it.

    You’re on a poetic spree it seems; a good thing that it. 🙂

    • Ayesha permalink
      September 12, 2009 7:38 pm

      Thanks Aadil! You are such a wonderful (and much better than me) poet so your words mean a lot 🙂

  4. September 12, 2009 3:19 pm

    I think I can relate to ths poem very well, sometimes I g through this, sometimes the other…

    Well expressed!! MashaAllah.

    • Ayesha permalink
      September 12, 2009 7:39 pm

      So this means it is a common feeling!

  5. September 15, 2009 8:51 am

    I dont knI would get excited about somene and then feel so close and then suddenly , the novelty wears off 😀 somehting happens and the other person would still feel the same while I would not.

    Sometimes and recently someone did it to me !! it was horrible. But they didnt realise it was happening to them,most people dont know its happeneing , they think nothing is wrong/different….

  6. September 16, 2009 7:21 am

    Excellent!
    Poem has been written with outstanding artistry.

    Love is unconditional; hence too infrequent. Love is if you can die for acclaimed without thinking. Like a mother loves a kid, overlooking the fact he is a physically abandoned, mentally paralyzed, a criminal, a weirdo or whatever. Your actions, term & conditions and stance should only be in benefit of dearest.

    Though at the same, its appreciated to be sane enough to differentiate between love & superficial magnetism. Love is happiness and spark; not gloom and pain. Unfortunately, these days latter is being considered as love either.

    • September 16, 2009 11:23 am

      Love is a spark but when it fuses one instantly plunges into darkness 😀

      Just kidding!

      Thanks for the appreciation 🙂

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