In my lonely dark room
Lies my heart and soul
Bereaved...full of sadness
Lies my everything...broken
In my lonely dark room
There is a shelf
Upon which i have kept
My feelings..hurted a lot
Trampled so hard....
In my lonely dark room
There is an almirah
Inside which i have kept my heart
Broken in to thousand pieces...
Full of despair...melancholic
And still bleeding
In my lonely dark room
I feel completely complete
As if i dont need any one now
Forever....for eternity
In my lonely dark room
I can write the saddest lines
Because every night
In that dark room is saddest
For i have lost my beloved in that room
Lost the hope that she will come back
In my lonely dark room
I wait in emptiness
For something unexpected...
For someone who left...ages ago...
To never return...
In my lonely dark room
Their lies my real treasure
Lies the broken me...
And it never gets uncovered
Niether it will show itself
Because it is hidden....safe...
In my lonely dark room
Its just because of continious rejection sir. Still i will try to console my heart and write happy poems as u said...thanks
What an amazing expression of a bleeding heart- bereft of love and its delicate feelings. Thanks a lot for sharing.
This is beautifully portrayed and I love the repetition. I think it brings around what you are saying very well and allows the imagery to flow. Thank you for sharing what is likely a very personal thing to you.
Very sad and tragic piece of poetry. An insightful portrayal of loss of sunshine in a life at its lowest ebb, well articulated and elegantly brought forth in good diction with conviction. The poem is very deep and emotional. Thanks for sharing Aakash.
In my lonely dark room There is an almirah Inside which i have kept my heart Broken in to thousand pieces... Full of despair...melancholic And still bleeding.......in my lonely dark room there lies the real me with my wounds..... it is so fine to express such negative thoughts.... in a poem. but you shall never remain there....... open the windows and doors and let God's light in...... then it wont be a dark room at all. forget and forgive the past. be a new being...... wish you all the best my dear friend poet......... tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
n my lonely dark room Their lies my real treasure Lies the broken me... And it never gets uncovered Niether it will show itself Because it hidden....safe... In my lonely dark room - - loneliness, darkness, hidden. uncovered. , the broken poet............ somehow it gives the impression of sadness and dejection. smile and laugh always my dear young poet. life is a celebration. write not gloomy poems, it can make u gloomy. come what may i will celebrate this life. God bless you to do this Aakash. thank you. tony