Showing posts with label Melancholia poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Melancholia poem. Show all posts

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Pauses in Life

Is my quest for eternal peace n' my callin'
a surreal boundless semblance of a mirage?
is it only me who fears on what the comin' holds?
moments keep movin' time after time
n' with it the unknown unfolds;
Life is meant to be an ongoing journey,
with every second, hour n' day addin' to it,
then why am I being forced by time to pause?

Did I happen to grow up too fast
or was it destiny that blew me apart?
as tears stream down my face,
I'm forced by time to pause ~
to seek sanity in my solitude,
askin' myself the necessary question,
why do I keep slippin' into a vortex?
when my intentions are always right..!!

With every moment that passes, it dawns,
that this too shall be lost in the bracken,
O! why does it have to reminisce of the past,
where I lost the realm of my childhood innocence,
that I still yearn in every livin' moment to overcome,
the trapped feelin' within n' set free,
the true child woman, the real ME.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Born Again...

in the sandy sparse desert
her life sought a mirage
but that was not how 'twas to be
like the soaked dried leaves
of autumn, her life swept throu'
in the direction of the wind
when it rained, her life
felt like tear drops
pouring from the very
heart of heaven
since the time she was a child
'twas love that she yearned!

for so long...
she was shrouded in darkness
that she did not realize when 'twas
that the light had seeped within
finally ~
she felt intoxicated
intoxicated with life
for the first time ever
she knew then that
she was born again
it felt in her soul
n' it felt clean within
she then embraced her life
for she had realised
that she was free,
n' she was born again...

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Lost Innocence

a sparkle, a sunshine, a glowing light,
she came across as a harbringer of life

her spirit, her dreams were her pride
she expressed it all with nothing to hide

tears of hurt often stream down her face
as she remnisces of all that took place

when the child within her left her side
her careless whispers were buried inside

she fought, she cried, she plead, she riled
till all that was her unseemingly died

what they did to her, consumed her soul
her heart fragmented, will never be whole

an epitome of innocence was reduced to ash
such was her destiny that unfolded abashed

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Melancholia

She writes often of darkness n' of gloom
it seems in her garden never a flower bloomed
She walks with her smile so full of sunshine
n' regales in mirth e'en when pain inclines
She has been hurt deep, her wound is raw
lone battles she has fought, without thaw
She has tucked away all her dreams somewhere
n' has embraced cold solitude, in despair
She is rooted to ground with her wings unborn
it is not wrong, if she feels lost n' forlorn
She has been mortified, without any fault
in vain have been all her attempts to exalt

Thru' endless years, she's been seeking love
will the heavenly grace on her bestow?
Melancholia it is for now it seems -
wish 'twas untrue, wish 'twas her dream!