Once Upon a Rainy Day...
Tears gush out
I am blinded
Like lava rushing
Out from hurting eyes
The heart bed of magma regrets
Melting,
Suppressed stony sighs.
Sorrow you're too loyal
Too constant,
Let go my friend,
Find fresh victims
My eyes are curtained,
By sweet sheathes of
Longing in Lent.
How I longed and prayed to hear
How much I'm wanted and desired,
And how you mock me,
In silence, sorrow.
You want to be my friend
And I see none but you
Usher in the cold dark madness...
We will lie in our coffin
For two.
The fresh outpourings carefully condensed
Hang about my frigid atmosphere
Become the caustic air I breathe
And the vapid life I lead
Becomes my span,
My existence.
Dawn stirs me into action
And as I brew coffee or tea
The cold blue gaslight flickers
I feel trickling down my cheeks
All my thoughts,
My rockbed memories
My efforts to love and be loved,
Helpless against their stringent fate
Doomed from their very start.
My heart must be the chalk white cemetery
Tomb of dead loves and
the death of love,
Grief hangs pristine, like mournful miasma
Tears are pallbearers
To one above.
And songs I hum under
My breath
Are set to maddening wistful tunes
Dirges to my deathless hope
See you, my sorrow,
Soon.
(c) Amrita Valan 2015

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