People may compare it, with a crimson rosebud
This heart’s nothing, but a fist soaked in blood
If you give it away, you totally lose control
And if you don’t, it would torture your soul
Unplugging from the world
I’m crossing the denied Fence
Writhing silly Rhymes
Barely making any sense
Your semi-scientific definition of any heart as "a fist soaked in blood" is textually unique. It makes me imagine the tactile as much as visual sensation of cardiac organs clenching and unclenching. But, of course, no hearts contain bone.
ReplyDeleteAlso, your titular pun ["Heart- The Meat-aphor"] is admirably disgusting: makes me imagine eating someone's blood-pump i.e. a complex muscle laced with vessels exuding haemoglobin solution, as if it were cooked medium rare!
ReplyDeleteYour photo selection shouldering this poem's title seems an interestingly rendered cliche: red rose lying in transparent water, which looks a Rooh Afza crimson because of the scarlet tea-cup inside bordering it. :)
ReplyDeleteHonestly.. I am intrigued by your degree of observation Nirbhay! Its like you've dissected the poem which was originated after learning a bitter truth.Time taken 3 minutes :)
DeleteThanks for the feedback!