a storm rages outside
sky, overcast with clouds
fearful sounds echo through
the mountain crannies
like that of shrieking bats in flight
trees shiver under wind's might
everything around
presages an impending doom
the least pressure would suffice
to let all the hellfire loose
sitting in my dim lit room
with all the windows shut
unable to drown the emptiness
afloat in irrepressible buoyancy
I glance over the balance sheet
of my life
all sweet memories gone
shaking their mane
like horses galloping away
bitter memories
only bitter memories remain!
Its sad, but I have come to realize that its those people who reflect within themselves sadness and anxiety are themselves great people. For only great people are able to encounter pain. Your Balance Sheet Has a net positive, yours is an asset of humanity, and this poem is the revenue of great worth.
The poem stars with such a tempests that I did not see it become an exploration, into your own soul, and the memories left in your deposit are all bitter sweet. I know what it is like, trying to hold onto the happiness of lost moments only to watch them slip away like sand in your hands, and all that's left is the rot of that which cant be lost.
Beautifully Sad, yet beautifully human that these thoughts are a universal malady of all the good souls out there. Your spirit glows so evanescently through these words, the torture of your mind strikes like a lightning within these words you paint, your pain, and its a canvas that remains within the minds eye.
sitting in my dim lit room with all the windows shut unable to drown the emptiness afloat in irrepressible buoyancy I glance over the balance sheet of my life..............so touching with a great theme. It is a beautiful philosophical poem with heartrending depiction. Thanks for sharing.10
Sometimes I feel what makes us humans is that we have memories - good and bad both. I usually feel something between scared and excited when there are storms. But almost all the times once it is over, I begin to have these moments when I wonder about certain parts of my life. Reminiscence is quite the phantom that haunts us. A beautiful poem ma'am. Thanks for sharing.
You are absolutely right, Red Soul! Once memories are lost, life would take a different turn! It will become so vapid! Memories can be phantoms that haunt us and sometimes delight and tickle us! Thank you so much for your kind comment!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everything around presages an impending doom.... all sweet memories gone.... only bitter memories remain! The poem has succeeded in creating a very moving picture of life. At some or the other point of time we all are besieged by such debilitating impulses. Very touching.
Yes, in everyone's life, there are such dark moments! Thanks a lot for your beautiful comment Rajnish sir!