Tuesday 20 September 2011

Mona Lisa

The pretty girl
 in the painting ,
so beautiful ,
so obscure ,
speaking of
innocent love .
Smiling ,
laughing  ,
happily
 through
 her eyes.
Little does
she realize
that
her future
may be
obliterated ,
erased ,
tarnished ,
through
 sooty , black hands
of
 dirty destiny.
The real reason
for her
 everlasting mood
is not
 the painter's will;
but her own fate.
She feels
stuffy ,
ornamental ,
decorated ,
(like a necktie
on an English Clerk) .
She rambles
to herself
about the
myth
that she creates
despite herself.
-an obscure
quaint
evident smile
always lingers
on her face.
That's how
she lives
wondering
at herself
:'the'
Mona Lisa.

11 comments:

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  2. v. diff take on d smiling Mona Lisa...nyc!

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  3. its so simple yet beautiful......

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  4. just so complete description .......it was just so precise and to the point with every word so neat !! hats off

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  5. I love Monalisa...but after reading this poem ..I love her even more..!!!
    Brilliant mam...just brilliant..!!!

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  6. Leonardo da Vinci bows down to the lady who recreated his masterpiece *wink*

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  7. i second Anirban on his comment! finest poetry !

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  8. thx anir,charu n sahil fr being my greatest support,,,also...to all others who take their time out to read my poetry...;)

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