Tag: loneliness

  • Sita's Plea

    Sita's Plea

    Sita poured her heart out  To the silent trunks and endless trees “If nature were my lover I’d sing about no city, No paens, I’d write about its glory. Fear no ridicule,  Neither would I cringe at mockery I’d rush into its serene embrace And trail through shadowy trees. Into the balmy forest laden with…

  • Fear

    Fear

    What is it that nags at the bottom of my belly? I’m not queasy! I can sense a heaviness,  What is it to be, a foreboding, an omen? Pah! That’s superstition, and all quackery. Yet there a dark monstrous shadow Stalking me, as much as I run away. It appears as if it were to…

  • Companionship

    Companionship

    Loneliness isn’t solitude It’s a lack of presence, When his wife was busy With chores and children He felt lonely without his books: Then blindness took them away; The paucity nearly killed him. Thence his partner’s words Eased his loneliness Into their evenings Poured in  soft sounds: Muffled footsteps hurrying Into his study,  A soft…

  • Whisper My Name Just Once…

    Whisper My Name Just Once…

    #Poattic-5    #Rewind A day, I thought perhaps would suffice I’d rewind the hands of Quietly fleeting time. But can a day ever suffice The love exchanged in a lifetime? *** Alas! Too soon have you left With a searing pain my heart is cleft. One half goes with you As I bid my last…

  • Can You Hear Me?

    At the threshold of age, I crumble My eye’ve lost their gleam And my voice its thunder, Yet, my frail hands beckon. Can you hear me? In all vulnerability,I fumble Seeking to be held by the little fingers That were in yesteryears entwined in mine. Can you not hear me? My fevered brow, trembles- Awaiting…

  • Can You Hear Me?

    Can You Hear Me?

    #Poattic3 At the threshold of age, I crumble My eye’ve have lost their gleam And my voice, its thunder Yet, my frail hands beckon. Can you hear me? In all vulnerability, I fumble  Seeking to be held by the little fingers That in yesteryears were entwined in mine. Can you not hear me? My fevered…

  • You Always Said…

    You Always Said…

    Trigger Warning: The poem contains incidents of self-harm  ***** When the flowers lay crushed on the ground It was an accident you said * When the succulents began to die in succession It was an accident you said * When the pages of the books were found in the bin It was an accident you…

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