The wound of my soul,
It bleeds when my love’s wounded.
It bleeds when I hurt my love.
I connect with another soul,
I connect it with God,
I can feel the vibes of my goal,
And with the tears my love sheds.
My clashes with my sorrows open it,
The abstractness of hurting someone sores it.
I try covering my bleeding wound,
With a transitory happiness
This opens up once more,
When happiness precedes emptiness.
I know not of the eternal protection,
And not of the healing strength.
I know it will trod away,
The day the thread is cut and laid.
But that is a tale of eternal tomorrow,
Which stores a potion to heal my wound.
Who knows if the rays touch me living or dead
After a night of divine interaction
Which I know will not end.
A soulful poem by a true soul.....awesome shivangi keep it up......
ReplyDeleteas usual beautiful....
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sorrow shared is sorrow halved?
pain so very possessive mistress
doesn't let go
clings, coats ,
makes one's soul unpermeable
sympathy, empathy encounter
a formidable impenetrable fortress
no chink no crack no entry
denies a beloved's right
looks on unfeeling
even at a mothers plight..
loved ones look on haplessly
as we writhe in unspeakable pain
from lacerated wounds
realising that no one
absolutely no one
can take away our pain
just a tortuous realisation
of a frightening truth-
Alone we come Alone we go
all visions of love friendship
filial bonds
just a mirage…simply a mirage
leading us from pain to pain