Sitting in a room
surrounded by emotions and face,
I sit with lost souls
searching for faraway places.
Secret lovings
and longings
locked up inside,
nowhere to go,
just somewhere to hide.
Hearts rolling
and rocking
in gentle despair,
within loving unloveds –
it all seems so unfair.
A mirror before me
do I suddenly see
and I look myself totally
full in the face.
I acknowledge the fact
that I’m a lost soul –
lost for a forever,
in this time and space.
On What Is Happening in Bangladesh
3 months ago
6 comments:
Very nice, as usual! :) M4, you have a way with words!
loneliness and a gentle understanding of the self as well...
and a yearning most intense...
thank you for writing this..
Beautiful! And exactly how I am feeling right now..
:) lovely
Ohmigod, M4- I last read Doi begun and today I'm utterly shaken by the power of your poetry. Wow, Wow and Wow is my most inelegant but heartfelt tribute to all three poems. Hope the boys are better now. Call me sometime:)
@ Mystic, Indyeay and Mon,Ansh: Thanks so much! Your words serve as much needed encouragement!
@ Pper: Keno? Ki holo? Can I do anything?
@ Dipali: Your gushing has me blushing! Thank you! Means more than you'll know.
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