A Heavy Hearted Sight Poem by Pranav Gothic

A Heavy Hearted Sight

Rating: 5.0


A radio screams another love-lost song through the frosty air.
The lightening conducts a grand orchestra of tyranny.
A weary cat can be heard hissing in the distance.
A 'lost' teenager finds his ways home in the curfew.
You can hear the beginnings of a quarrel drenching the misty night.
These feverish ill doings-
It all-
An instrumental quarrel-
Just another night,
A hopeless night!

Another man thumbs through photo albums as he wonders why he breathes.
A laugh is consumed into the depths of the dark wicked night.
You can see, through a window, flickering of a television in an empty room.
A family is getting home after visiting an ill grand-mother.
In the distance a chimney puffs out murky smoke lik a train.
Are we simple actors lost in our life's performance?
A dream like performance-
Shakespeare's desperate cries?
Just another night,
A confused night.

Another person asks the million dollar question 'Why? '.
A baby competes with its mother's charming ways
There is a sound of a door being dead bolted.
You can see a weary man tug his trash can to the road.
Another tear trickles down the cheek of a lonely woman.
Are we results of a recipe gone sour?
Alone-
A puppet dangling from tight strings.
Just another night,
An endless night.

And the night is as dark as your loneliest dreams.
another unanswered prayer-
Another opened bottle-
Another tear-
-empty
-desperate
-hopeless
Just another night
A sad-sad night.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kee Thampi 12 February 2012

A very touching words from heart to pen A weary cat can be heard hissing in the distance. A 'lost' teenager finds his ways home in the curfew. You can hear the beginnings of a quarrel drenching the misty night.

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Anjali Sinha 10 July 2009

a sad poem indeed but I will give you 10++ not for the text but for the manner in which you have brought out the sadness. pathos nicely emoted. anjali

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Sounak Mukhopadhyay 07 July 2009

My belief in any piece of art is based on hope, light and victory amid the extreme darkness and misery. I'd like to create and appreciate only those kind of creativity that motivates. This poem is just the opposite. I wish the last line of the poem was this: A 'lost' teenager finds his way home in the curfew

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