Tearful
“The pining brine streams flowing from the
weeping eyes seek the course to the sea
of serenity”– Quote by poet
The cloud convoy of despair drifts slow
in the seamless smoky sky of sorrow,
as the storm surges from the dismal
horizon of mangled mind’s visage distal,
it melts in many streams seemingly shallow,
while from the tearful eyes torrents flow,
like the raindrops rolling in tortuous rills,
the drenched face of the foliage feels.
All the dark dreary clouds don’t melt,
the pain of the deluge remains unfelt.
A lonely clump clutches a frail fraction
of crushed epitome of entrapped emotion,
like the raindrops holding hidden grief
in the secret crease of the sodden leaf,
lingers in me to wail from within deep,
for the impulsive promises I couldn’t keep.
With the emotive brine’s brisk flow,
carrying the condensed pain of sorrow,
the teardrops get poised in pearly file
on the unfurled eyelashes for a while,
like the raindrops resting on the tip
of the leaning leaves to detach and drip.
They silently sigh sliding down slowly
with the broken dreams’ invisible debris.
Down the parched wrinkles sorely sleek,
of the pensive and pining pallid cheek,
silent streams’ cataract mutely cries
as angst cascades from the tearful eyes.
The touch of serenity in the psyche bleak,
melancholic mind strives solemnly to seek
in the course the teardrop torrents trace,
and in their consoling emotional embrace.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2024
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