Treasure Island

aryaindia india

(24.10.1960 / Bangalore)

Sorrow Celebrated


Heaviness of the moment braces itself
The feel of loss utterly serene desolate
Lack lustre thoughts deeply breathed
In soulful memory of dear departed

It is sorrow celebrated in deed, in feel

Cannot be seen again, nor heard out
Grim sadness is loss, a personal one
My loss is mine and mine alone
Unseen or seen can judge

Is sorrow celebrated in thought, in heart?

A face so bright, involved to end
A heart too kind too bent to mend
So warm the feel it made to reel
Unsaid some words my ego squeals

My sorrow celebrated with unseen tears

So many thoughts so many things
In form and mind does memory bring
A struggle through that had no end
Pain in soul now streaks defend

Why does sorrow celebrate so grandly?

Submitted: Monday, July 11, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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