Tag: Sad Poem
I Acknowledge I Need Healing !
Love is still a vague dream !
Touch my soul
Touch my life
With tangible love
Touch the untouched places
valleys and corners
Of my bare soul
Touch my loneliness
Touch my aching heart
Touch my ever flowing tears
Touch my wounds
With tender love
Love is still an alien thing
In my frozen world
Love has not reached
Love has not touched my life
Love has not embraced me
Love is still an intangible thing
Love is still just a vague dream
Only Dreams ..
Only dreams were the language
Of those eyes once ..now only the tears
This journey of dreams to ashes
Hopes to tears, and faith to fear is
May be that stream of tears has dried up visibly
But the emptiness left behind on its trail
In those hopeless, dry eyes
And this death of tears
Has made me instead a living corpse
A silent death is my life everyday .
Just Want To Be Myself !
No prose, no poetry,
No wish, no thought
Just want to breathe
Just want to cry
Or sit in silence
Just want to be myself
And my emotions to bleed
Freely, madly, deeply
At the tip of the ink
If Tears Had Some Language
“If tears had some language
And silence had a voice
They would narrate the best of stories
And the most ethereal poetry.”
©Glorry Shubhashree 🍁
Mist Of Rain And Fog
Mist of Rain and Fog —
The downpour of sky in this silent dead, night
Reverberates in the zephyr with melancholy.
A whiff of nostalgic aroma stuffs my breath
Splash of raindrops stream down
On the glass of window
Leaving their stresses behind
Screaming all night a silent cry.
Wintry chill along with this thunder peal
Synergize my heart’s clangorous shrill
I sit and wait here numb in a long night vigil
Watching this deem ray of candle
How it burns and smiles in silence
Still it’s last flicker in death.
A mist of rain and fog covers the earth
Making this dreadful night more eerie.
So dull and dark my world
Just like this murky night .
Tears of solitude rains through my eyes
I succumb to this pang of an endless waiting
Until all this pain and tears evaporate
To nothingness ,like a cloud free sky.
Just like this mist of rain and fog will
When the sun will kiss the ground
At the break of dawn.
.©Glorry Shubhashree 🍁
The graceful water can not know
The pang of a burning bonfire
The birds in sky that voyage free
Can not know , can not think
The pain and songs of a standing tree.
The breathing body doesn’t know
The silent tears of its ghoulish shadow
The dust flies up and mixes with air
But doesn’t know the countless whiplash
The frictions ,and agitation of the ground
From which it’s really took birth.
The rainforest of flaura and fauna
With murmuring streams and lucid river
The exuberant life throbbing in every corner
Doesn’t know the curse and cry
The destitution and parchedness
Of a desolate, dry ,dying wasteland.
The horizon doesn’t know
The distance of East from West
Or the chasm between earth and heaven
Neither the sundering of day and night
The vast vaccum that fills them up.