Life is dull, where should I say
For there are poets, who only see the day.
The dawns mean a lot, but dusks are a part,
Where should I mention, I’m falling apart…
I am not me, myself I seek,
I’m hidden and I know where, but there’s not a place where I
can weep.
And I want an escape, which could blindfold my eyes,
As I need to forget for some time, this girl who alive-dies…
There’s a reason,
there is not,
Maybe I’ll tell you, if you want…
But I can’t say it all to you, except to this heeding sky,
For it has been there for me, to see me weeping till eyes
get dry..
And there are fortunes, and people will talk about..
But there are omens too, like the ones that broke me apart…
There’s a fear , that’s infinite…
And what is it, in my heart, I hide..
I’m every ‘someone’, who’s going through this pain,
It’s buried deep inside, and we never let it stain…
We never let it come out, we never let it shout..
Still you’ll ask me why I write it, and still not say what
is it about…
Well it’s all for breathing once,
it is not meant to
stay in hearts….
Still I know that time will suck my grief,
I write for all those
who don’t get this escape, and have to bear these times till they pass…
'I’m every ‘someone’, who’s going through this pain,'....Nice thought. It does a world of good when pains leave the heart in the form of words...
ReplyDeleteYes, that's quiet true. Thanks!
Delete"Sometimes, life is dull..." and then, there is poetry.
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed... :-)
DeleteOh this resonates so well!! A most heart-stirring write!!
ReplyDeleteGlad that I could make you feel the words. Thank u! :-)
DeleteI remember days of pain like this, and I, too, used to talk to the "heeding sky". It is the blue sky that gets us through a lot, in our lives. Keep looking up!
ReplyDeleteYeah,this sky has always been there to see how we get through these times. Thanks!
DeleteAh, we wouldn't appreciate the sunshine were it not for the cloudy days. Your words are eloquent!
ReplyDeleteYes, that's true. Thank you so much! :-)
DeleteI like this idea of time 'sucking' our grief.
ReplyDeleteYeah? Thanks a lot :-)
DeleteI think we need the darkness too.... right now there is very little, sun sets past 10... so that would be hard.
ReplyDeleteIndeed! Thanks for passing by. :-)
Deleteyou have written of a darkness that i think we can all relate, especially the creative souls who feel everything.
ReplyDeleteYes, we feel more, and that's also a gift that we cherish when time is in favor...Glad u liked it :-)
Delete"I'm every someone" - I like that.
ReplyDeleteThank you! :-)
DeleteYes, poetry is the place to write it all.
ReplyDeleteIt surely is. Glad that u passed by :-)
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