At times the soul gets clenched
in an unspeakable grief
In a demoniac grip, it chokes and wriggles
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe
Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone
Sprains to lift up the veil that darkens the soul
Wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude
The more it struggles to wade through the mess
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair
Clung on talons of excruciating pain,
wailing a long wail of never being understood
the mind goes berserk
whirling and churning.
Anytime the volcano might erupt
emitting fumes of sulphurous smoke
with asphalt lava, spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.
Writing and reading poetry will clear the grief as it helps in moving time to bring the relief Thanks Valsa-10
A poet enjoys the tumult between the woes inexplicable and a strong longing to have them for some time, next he / she wins leaving the very world around deserted! The shortest pains are the greatest pleasures and your final win has added one more feather to your cap of a life of enviable mould, madam.
Blowing life with its violent breath. good thought. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Never have I ever simultaneously imagined the plight and read something as I had done now. Life is blend of rapture and grief, which is a testimony of the Yin-Yang philosophy. How'd we appreciate comfort had there never been pain? But bad times will pass, followed by God-given succour.
The more it struggles to wade through the mess the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair Clung on talons of excruciating pain, wailing a long wail of never being understood the mind goes berserk....so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem so nicely executed.
If Darwin's theory of evolution is correct, we all are just like earth, green colorful and plesant. Inside us like that inside earth there is larva that erupts in a volcano. A thoughtful poem.
I love this deep, intense, dark and powerful write that spills of grief of the death of a relationship the heartache is brilliantly expressed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh dear, I can feel a suffocating pain. It is said that there is no better healer than nature itself. When I have such hard moments I try to find the company of trees and wind, wild grass, the clouds, mountains or sea. Connecting with any of those brought a fresh gulp of air and energy to keep going through my unwanted jurney...I hope you too could find drops of solace.