Your heart carries dark clouds
But never promises to leave smudges of rain,
So, I have only emptiness to cling to.
Days of yearning stroll too leisurely
To deny the difference
Between solitude and you.
Every time I try hard to lift the curtain,
Dreaming the artificiality in your eyes
May be now speaks the truth,
Catastrophe enshrouds my body
With a cloak of frost.
I don’t know how you are floating still
While I am shrinking bit by bit in dimness.
I had pawned all of my hopes in your fancy shop
And got some metallic assurance in return,
They are rusted now.
So, come back and tell me
If you are worth waiting for,
If the dark clouds of your heart have
Silver linings around the edges.
when it finally rains it will be in torrents and dark clouds there will be no more. Thanks
Hope is the elixir that rejuvenates a near doomed soul. A poem with profound emotions, inclined towards pessimism yet projecting a silver lining of hope. Liked the poem. Ten. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hope and passion mixed in a great proportion great thinking sanjukta