the moon is so silent....
the air so ominously still
this night seems endless
this sadness tireless still
my heart...does it beat?
i hear nothing in my mind..
no breathing even..
it's so silent
i might be soulless tonight...
theres no whispering fantasy
to enlighten my sombriety
no empty wanderings
to chase away these morosities
i feel alone...bereft
tragedly sad.
without knowing, i've been met
with such a friend, as sadness,
who comes upon me ever so slow,
like a forgotten lover's memory...
which is slow in advent;
and ever ruluctant to go.
sweet it is too.. means you you are quite capable to write good poems.. a sweet poem
theres no whispering fantasy to enlighten my sombriety no empty wanderings to chase away these morosities here goes the Wardhanics :)
Yes...sadness is a friend that often creeps into us... slowly and slowly... and lingering long...i liked the soft melancholy that adorns this write...thanks Wardha...10
Thats excellently written..........love it......... beautiful work............. ;)
the words flow and feeling rises - This poem can be a beaufiful son for piano and colourature soprano.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
which is slow in advent and even slower to go...... I think one can't write such a lovely piece without feeling sadness in each cell of one's body... Brilliant...keep writing...