Sanjukta Ghoshal
Pain…
Hide them,
In your dark folds,
And layers.
To be relished
At leisure,
With care.
Or grill them,
In the raging bonfire
And devour them,
With a burning desire.
Or drown them.
With ice,
In a cocktail of despair.
Down them,
To get high
On misery and torment.
Or better,
Pour them on the paper
Dress them,
In jargons, dapper.
Let the dark ink flow free.
Let your wounds bleed,
Let it rain.
Profound! Yes indeed pain is the most personal and powerful feeling.
Thank you for stopping by, Shweta. 💚
Profound
Let the dark ink flow…..
Very well expressed
Thank you, means a lot. 💚
Ah! An ode to pain. What absolute beauty this is ! Your poetry is the kind of poetry I like to read. Each word strung with so much strength. Breathtaking !
The feeling is mutual, dear. 💚
Too good! Written ever so beautifully 💚💚
“To be relished
At leisure”
This hit me real hard. That’s how we deal with pain, often.
Yes, there’s a sick pleasure in pain. 😉
This is superb.. So Beautifully expressed. I loved it!
Means a lot, coming from you. 💚
This is so so beautiful!
Thank you for the kind words. 💚
Too Good dear. What would we be without our pains.
Loved it as I love the pleasurable pain.
And I thought I was twisted for thinking like that. Thank you. 💚
Wow, an ode to pain, such depth.
Thank you for the encouraging words. 💚
No words my dear., 💚💚💚
Fabulous expressions.💚😍
Thanks friend, you’re always kind. 💚
Excellent. Once we’ve endure pain we inow we are strong.
Beautiful poem
Thank you for reading and feeling it. 💚
Pain can be beautiful and astounding as well.. this exemplary piece proved that! 💚
Thank you for the kind words! 💚