I sit freshly alone on my old armchair by that familiar door where many moments of my life have been spent. I can see glimpses of them all so clearly now Busy, bustling, boisterous. Sunshine smiles and laughter all around So many reasons to say thank you even on mundane everydays Contentment taken for granted… Continue reading Melancholy
Tag: grief poetry
What Grief Isn’t
Grief isn’t always the sudden bursting of a water balloon. It’s sometimes an invisible knife mercilessly stabbed into your heart, that’s being twisted over and over, with an intensity only you feel, but cannot reveal. It leaves just a tiny pin prick in your heart that allows leaden emotions to vaporise and leak out Every.… Continue reading What Grief Isn’t
Companion
To tell you all that I've been throughall the while you saw me smilewould mean reliving this cruel pain twice. But trauma feels so trivial,when it comes down to a clinical narrationof a mere sequence of facts and figures, condensed into single digitsof days…weeks…years. It’s impossible to explain exactly,the scream of every moment,the cry of… Continue reading Companion
Stories.
Stories are my favourite.Each life is a book of tales to share.We are told some everyday.Stories oflove, success;failure, crime;greed, power;health, happiness;birth and death.Many stories that we hear,about the many people that we see.And the many that we tell about ourselves. But it's not the ones about the living,rather the ones after death,those are the stories… Continue reading Stories.
Sunset Effect - Nitya Satyani 