Each word went piercing down the beats of the heart.
That created millions of ripples in the depth of heart.
With ripples of smiles on her moonlike face
Drank the flood of tears sucked it inside which was,
About to shed from her watery eyes.
Like a black cloud they want to pour down heavily
But drank the bitterness with a smile on her face.
Words were lashing inside her mind,
which was resting on shores for a while.
Like the tides they went on hitting her high and low.
Trying to erase the words of hurt though written deep on sands of time.
Which had pinned her down with needles on her heart.
They just kept on multiplying over a period of time,
overlapping one another.
Kept on humming the ears drums
Like the honeybees beating the drums.
Kept on ringing in her ear for prolong
Like the mosquitos ringing tone ringing on her deaf ears.
Trying to forget.
But unable to forget.
Wished
If they could be washed down away with the steam of tears.
Wishing to forget each painful thoughts
But they keep on reappearing again and again
Like a picture to be seen by the blinded eyes.
It's just like again refreshing those memories,
Which stood like a flashback in her eyes.
It's just
Like applying salt to the wounds, which are on its way to heal!
Just forget it...Keep away from such thoughts.... No choice left!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
Let me repeat, what Dinesh, Tirupathi Sir and Kanav have registered here! A excellent write for which I award you full 10 marks! !
Though prose and verse have got conjoined here, Geetha, you have written an excellent poem here. After all it is the quality of thoughts that counts. Excellent sharing indeed.
Depth of feelings nicely expressed. Picture before blinded eye, ringing tone ringing in deaf ears - beautiful expressions. Thank you.
wow, , an amazing write, , , Trying to forget. But unable to forget. Wished If they could be washed down away with the steam of tears. Wishing to forget each painful thoughts But they keep on reappearing again and again Like a picture to be seen by the blinded eyes. what a write, , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
humming the ears drums, good write, thanks.