A Moment of Weakness

by Pankaj Vaishnavi

It came to me, unsuspected
unquestioned, unchecked
unbridled, untamed
and unsettled an unaware me.

A breeze that felt so fresh
A promise of new
A dream undreamt before
A revelation, almost divine.

Caught me so suddenly
and raised me to dizzying heights;
The transports of ecstasy,
The trappings of love.

Bewitched, beguiled,
befooled I was
as faith was breached.
Thence rose the doubt.

Doubt, oh dearest !
The doubt, so safe;
a friend more faithful
than infidel faith.

As appearances deceive and words conceal,
I stand in suspicion,
stanching blood from a smitten essence,
dressing a wounded pride.

16-Mar-2003

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