Disjointed (Notes From My Diary-3) Poem by Nosheen Irfan

What weighty thoughts you hurl into the air from a saddened heart.............! They make echoes and reverberations....... No one can answer the question you asked, but yourself........ I know only this much......! When ever I read your poems, I get a kind of poetic delight! !

Gloomy silence becomes companion in the world of imagination and sun sets in mind with crowd to rise to dress mind with metaphors of morning next time. Sadness goes away and happiness comes inside. Wonderful poetic mind is reflected here.....10

One day our eyes see the world in an understanding, patient light. That same world. The identical world can be dark and shrouded in confusion and despair. Why the difference? The world is as it is and always will be, that external physical thing only changes for better or worse as it is filtered through our mind. A child starving in the gutter. A happy child giggles warmly in her cradle. What to do with these two images both as old and certain as life itself defines us. Surrender to gloom, disappear into romance or tell the story as best as you can with eyes brave enough to remain open to everything-to life.

a gloomy silence becomes my companion... So much of pang in this line. You showed the reality where often great poets fails to describe it.. You expressed it very well..lovely and deep..

The poets dilemma well expressed. We need the silence to observe and imagine but it can isolate us.

Indeed, we dresses life in metaphors...........Amusing! ! ! 10++++

When the sun sets in my mind! ! With tge thoughts of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

counting last two lines in this poem, it is a piece of art with a very suitable title. a wave of thoughts starts its journey when poem ends

One of the best poems by Nosheen Irfan, what a great poetess is she, I like allthe poems by her but this one is a work of art.

There are already so many insightful and sympathetic responses to this poem that have enriched my understanding of it. Your poem has inspired many readers, myself included. I don't see this as a despairing poem, because I know many of your poems are affirmative. In this one you confront the other side of things - the negative and the tragic - with similar honesty. Wordsworth claimed he was not just a happy pantheist: MY EVERY THIRD THOUGHT IS SYMPATHY FOR HUMAN SUFFERING. That's what you do in this poem: feel the grief and pain in life. But your measured and beautiful language is proof you have not surrendered to the Darkness, only revealed it. And thus your poem by revealing these dark things also liberates us so that they don't dominate us.