Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm. I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
17 comments:
This is so sad but to love is never a sin the years teach much which the days never know. It is better to be lonely than to stay with someone who cannot love :)
Hard to unpack the loneliness and let it sleep with you. Hugs.
Whoa! So powerful a close.
It would be easy to comment on it with a flippant "now that's a politically correct thing to say", but it runs so deep to heart I can't give it voice.
At times, when I've felt the pain you're describing in this poem, I've thought: perhaps it would have been better not to have loved at all, than to have loved and lost.
smiles...isnt that what we do as a poet...take those emotions and stretch them out...get intimate with them and form them into words...the unknown error of my life...feels kinda harsh...
Poet for sure! My BFF calls us Tortured souls- I kind of agree :D
Love it :)
Loved this! :)
You are not a lunatic, you are a poet, and I really like this poem. I love the first two sentences, I really do. I know that feeling, sometimes you can't help but unpack them :)
perhaps there are some other things to unpack also
Unpacking luggage is hard enough... but loneliness is an absolute pain to deal with!
Say it diffidently - great line and sums it up. i like this and the emotion behind it
Absolutely beautiful writing, Baishali. Sad to think of unpacking loneliness. I love the way the narrator exhorts the reader to "say it differently".
Yes, it does depend on one's perspective, doesn't it? Lunatic or poet? A sin or an error? I think it is our choice how we look at ourselves and what we acknowledge about ourselves! And, there is NO doubt that you ARE a poet. And, to err is human!
Right on. Love the poem and the sentiment. I'll call you a poet anyday of the week. Isn't the emotion the waxing and the waning that makes great poetry.
I admire the choice here... how you deliberately unpack your loneliness and moods, honoring them as worthy companions, for far too often we malign and hide them away in shame, which only ends up hurting us and lessening us... it's all part of the journey, the sadness as well as the joy. And yes, especially, that is what defines the poet... being able to open to it all...
flows as a deep river very powerful , Chris http://velvetmedia.wordpress.com/
very well said..helps to move on...!!
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