grief

This is love, this is grief and no sorrow! This is landslide!: A poem

I took a step over the mountain, one more step took me over, Yet there always was another mountain to climb! I could see all the reflections in the snow, in the air But I felt a warmth in belief, never the cold of fear! You can see there always was a new battlefront at the horizon Continue reading “This is love, this is grief and no sorrow! This is landslide!: A poem “

Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem

I know there are limits to fortitude, to the ability to endure pain. Especially when you think you have no recourse to anyone; or you simply don’t want to express your emotion. How do you emote (to calibrate pain in the baldness of expression), as if its expression, itself, would leave you inconvenienced and sanguinelessly frustrated! And your pain is so myriad that you can’t even locate it; That its sensationContinue reading “Just a lesson in self-perspective, not a treatise in expression of grief!: A poem “

Don (DT) McLean, Van Gogh’s beauty and Dostoevsky’s beauty; so what is suicide?: A poem

Don Mclean, how beautifully you described Van Gogh! A starry night, when I look into it and feel the pulse of an eternal past, and then I draw courage, and then I should persevere to believe! That all things so sorrowful meet their end before our own! And Van Gogh’s soul was as beautiful and enrapturing as his art! How beautiful is the truth, whenContinue reading “Don (DT) McLean, Van Gogh’s beauty and Dostoevsky’s beauty; so what is suicide?: A poem “

O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem

O Dad! I remember that day when I badly twisted my right wrist while playing soccer Mum was all panic and hysterical when she saw my hurt hand. My sister, Meena, rushed me to hospital. We didn’t even have a telephone, then, to contact you while you were at work! I needed surgery. Unfortunately, they did not fix it correctly! So, I spent a wholeContinue reading “O Dad, how you were always there for us!!: A poem “

Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem

Mum and Dad, there is a lot I have to say I always kept my grievances for another day So, you must quite understand that I feel bottled up like a shut home without any ventilation Even when I was a child, I picked up skills of communication, both verbal and written I could evenContinue reading “Mum and Dad, you know my story, thank you for listening!: A poem “

I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem

I just seem to feel like the summer heat is getting under my skin. But at least the yellow Crown of Thorns in my balcony has not died like the rest of my flowering plants; even though it doesn’t have its earlier glow. The petunias died; I didn’t even bid them bye! What is love and caring, without the personal feel! Would youContinue reading “I am simply baring to dare, if you should test my powers!: A poem “

Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem

I remember the flame on the festooned candle of a communion that I failed to have faith in somewhere in my growing years, not out of disillusion, but out of a faint conviction; Like a nebula that breaks out from its gaseousness to take on the clarity of stars. Somehow, I always felt that I was my ownContinue reading “Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem “