Stark, empty days and nights
Sadness has made nests in the trees
Despair is crying in the cuckoo's trill
My vision is stuck within four walls
What color is the sky, I don't know
Where art thou? I don't know
All is amiss, nothing is in place
From the flowers to the dreams
All have lost their color
Come and flow like a stream
To fill the emptiness within me
Come and blow like the breeze
To sweep away the clouds of sorrow.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
I love this poem. Perfect images of love that has drifted away and how we long for its return. A 10!
Thank you Barry. I have tried to copy you a bit here. Sweep away the clouds is the expression borrowed from you. Thank u for inspiring n appreciating Barry.
How to convey the stark, raw and open, deafening silence. A black and white inner and outer world. Those familiar things, the sky, depth, color, joy are all a strange reality in this personal space. Waiting for it to be filled by a breeze, a stream. To be blown awake and submerged once again in a colorful world...............the wait.
Come and flow like a stream To fill the emptiness within me Come and blow like the breeze To sweep away the clouds of sorrow Hope, Eternal wait for the love of life and to be loved...so many emotions encapsuled in this beautiful poem.100++++ chale bhii aao mire jiite-jii ab itnaa bhii na intizaar baDhaao ki niind aa jaa.e Mahshar Inayati
All the images used speak of a pervading gloom! Powerful diction, Nosheen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The longing to be loved and love in return is poignantly portrayed here.
Thank you kelly.