Yearning heart seldom takes respite
from its pensive yonder,
senses caged,
desires derailed,
while the heart wish,
it never escapes the evil’s disguised veil
The heart knows such thoughts
only means bereavement,
yet it remains a mute spectator,
captivated in some senseless brooding,
and it explodes to pieces
with tints of scarlet,
reflecting shadows of yesteryear’s ardor,
spreading on the gray canvas
of his once boisterous love
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Senses caged, desires derailed…. reality of many of us!
Oh wow. 👏🏼👏🏼
Thanks so much, Amartya
Pleasure reading.🙏
Thanks so much for reading, Tanya
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You made sense with you poem, very beautiful and well written, loved it🤗
oh the yearning of love of those we can’t have………..well done!
Sometimes I wonder how you do this with just words!! It’s melody!! Feeling presented? Not so good? But writing? Amazing.
Thanks so much, Moushmi. This is such a beautiful comment. I am much humbled and grateful for your visit, comment and everything ❤️
The pleasure has always been mine!! Always!!
😊🌸🌸it means a lot. Thank you ❤️