Pen in my hand,
Door on my side.
Been two hours I simply am sitting.
Could walk off by shutting my copy and breaking the tip of my pen.
But what is it that I want to write but still can't.
I have so much but still unable to portray.
I realized that I really cannot reveal my pain through my writings because I don't want this world to fall in love with my melancholy.
'Let me live in pain. There is a strange healing'.
And I walked off by shutting my copy...
A wonderful poem, every word is dipped in melancholy ink, Nicely penned.10+
It really really means a lot. Each and every feedback is very valuable to me. A thanks is not enough my respected poets. Many thanks. Please stay updated. Utmost Peace.
Thank you Siddartha Sir, Kumarmani Sir, Valsa Mam and respected Hans Vr. I highly appreciate it.
Reading this poem was really stirring an Aha moment inside my heart. Sometimes we have so many feelings, dear and cumbersome, but mostly with no name. The moments I enjoy my little sadness, I cannot grasp by reason. But somehow a certain level of melancholy is not bad, sad is not bad. I enjoyed reading this thought provoking poem. It made me think a bit of 2 of my own poems (A little sadness, and Y// Feelings) . If you have the time I would be very much honored to read your comments about these too) . Strange Healing is an excellent poem.
Life is more of pain than joy! We have to bear the yoke at all costs! There is a pleasure in stoically enduring our pain silently without breathing it to anyone! Though it is difficult, there is much value for this silent suffering! Why burden others with our sorrow.... that's a noble attitude! A mature writing Randhir!
Sitting and realizing pain in mind provokes thought. Realizing strange healing through pain mesmerizes mind. This is also wonderful poem shared here.10
wonderful as you wrote these lines. I was there many times. Thanks for Sharing! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even though you have so much. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.