Sunday, February 24, 2013

Sometimes ...


Sometimes,

just like that

I open the suitcase

and unpack that gloomy loneliness

and my moods.

They sleep with me all night

I hold my companionship tight.

Do not call me a lunatic,

say it differently,

call me a poet.

Do not call it a sin

for I loved the wrong man;

say it differently,

call it the unknown error of my life.

17 comments:

Rose said...

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 :)

ayala said...

Hard to unpack the loneliness and let it sleep with you. Hugs.

The Unknowngnome said...

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.

Semaphore said...

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.

Brian Miller said...

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...

festivalking said...

Poet for sure! My BFF calls us Tortured souls- I kind of agree :D

Love it :)

festivalking said...

Loved this! :)

glittertheair said...

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 :)

lucychili said...

perhaps there are some other things to unpack also

Dark Knight said...

Unpacking luggage is hard enough... but loneliness is an absolute pain to deal with!

alan1704 said...

Say it diffidently - great line and sums it up. i like this and the emotion behind it

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Absolutely beautiful writing, Baishali. Sad to think of unpacking loneliness. I love the way the narrator exhorts the reader to "say it differently".

Mary said...

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!

Jessica Lynn Lang said...

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.

Serena Helriot said...

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...

Chris Lawrence said...

flows as a deep river very powerful , Chris http://velvetmedia.wordpress.com/

Akila G said...

very well said..helps to move on...!!