Playing on the flute, gently holding the instrument
Eyes half closed, in a trance or a kind of enchantment.
Oblivious to the presence of all loved ones around
Perhaps in conversation with someone lost, not found.
A precious soul mate, who without giving reason, forsake,
Could one turn so cruel, pay no heed to the heart break.
Love is meant to nourish and nurture and bring rapture
Here sat my cousin, with a soul in torment, fractured.
It’s in the genes, or an imbalance of hormones,
To be split in two, pronounced the neuro surgeon.
Knowledge has limitations… why does the spirit
Hover between moments of coherence, I wonder as I sit.
No one heard any sound of a cry, as tears had dried.
But is it humanly possible to forever hide behind a lie.
At times it seems there is a smile and a light on the face.
Giving a glimpse of what once was… illusion, no trace.
Mother’s eyes flicker with hope as she watches her son,
Awaits evil spirits departure and hug her with recognition.
A life of promise, gone waste... today at sixty, ravage of time
in and out of asylums, before spring manifest...autumn arrive.
Wonderfully penned and profound as well.
emotional with wonderful images and good rhymes.
so full of emotion and u poured ur heart into this poem amazing
Out of such deep concern Born this poem Each line penetrates my heart Logic, magic.. nothing can work At times when destiny sets its toll. Emotional... yet profound in its theme. Repeatedly read to get into its core. Thank you dear poet.
Hats off...! ! ! I have no words to describe this poem...
Thoughtprovoking and pathetic. Try reading my Radhas. Thanks
Knowledge has limitations… why does the spirit Hover between moments of coherence, I wonder as I sit. Very poignant write...
A precious soul mate, who without giving reason, forsake, Could one turn so cruel, pay no heed to the heart break. Love is meant to nourish and nurture and bring rapture Here sat my cousin, with a soul in torment, fractured well written poem, touching..10/10
A deep poem with much emotion and a strong message 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Your poem has Keatsian touch in it. The underlying pathos moves the readers. Well phrased... and nice imagery. Get retired but not tired of life.