Silence. Long moments that stretch into years.
Restrained words, sometimes gaps where names should be.
Words, prayers, songs, imagination inflamed by memory.
Emptiness, loneliness, the world, the void.
Look behind, look ahead, look straight ahead.
The world is indifferent to your pain.
The world is indifferent to your sighs.
Nothing will ever be the same;
Nothing will ever matter again.
Will anything ever matter again?
Absences. Like a long lonely lane in an eastern land
With closed doors against the afternoon heat
Questions that taunt the tormented mind
All the answers that one had longed to find
There is a river that flows through the land
Its banks are full of plants and sand
Its soft murmurings are balm to the soul
I long to sit beside it and once again feel whole.
There is a river that flows through the land Its banks are full of plants and sand ---------------- From confusion and torture come the light
heart still craves for the dusts of own, as when splashes the mind by rippling river and yet mellowed green as when bessorted grin memoirs still nostalgic by the memory haunting the pages of memorabilia.....of halcyon days, wonderful imagery by the life in a limited world, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing wishing its gleams of nature memors still bestirs
Yeah that is where we long to be where we enjoy our loneliness. A nice write...............I enjoyed it.
I like the images your use to convey emotion in this poem. I also noticed how the reader is subtly guided into a place of hope at the end. Very nicely executed. Much enjoyed. Shirley
I understand so much Rani. What a beautiful poem. Life has a way of stripping us of the things we find comfort in sometimes, doesn't it. Nobody goes through it unscathed. Big Hug for this one Ruthy
A nice poem on absences, well composed with nice imagery. My 10 added to it.
pain, agony, loneliness-we have to bear alone. it is at such times when the void becomes unbearable, we discover, we were chasing what was never there. then transformation occurs, and you connect to yourself and his all prevading Presence. a lovely, sad but honest poem 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very sad, but also beautiful...as if like took away a good deal of what you should still have but in nature u can find solace...really enjoyed alot 10/10