In the midst of storming heartbeats
Words ooze out of the cracks of my heart,
Staining the clean white paper
With a hue of blue.
Hours pass,
But I go on.
And then a golden light fills the room.
Yes, it is morning again;
And with it come the obligations
Of a monotonous life;
A busy day,
An evening of prayers,
And a raging night.
A sublime start with a nice poem, Ankita. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
storming heartbeats what a expression! ! well written to think more on Life. #Lets start towards new day.....haha..carry on
a beautiful poetic write tender and charming...it has shades of dark and yet is light and so many lives go on that way... its a recognition of that humdrum and mundane period of existence. nice..liked
Loved the Stanzas Staining the clean white paper With a hue of blue. Yes when at young at heart we stain many a paers and layers of Hearts.. Wonderful expressions. Loved the young Heart as it spilled in pure form! ! ] Thank you Poet! ! 1000+++! !
storming heartbeats the cracks of my heart, then a golden light fills the room. An evening of prayers, and the night...... thinking of your thoughts.... very good and nice and leading to your own philosophy of life. every poet or poetess is a philosopher.. thank you for this poem.. tony
Thanks for your valuable feedback, sir. Your kind words mean a lot.😊
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In the midst of storming heartbeats Words ooze out of the cracks of my heart, Staining the clean white paper With a hue of blue. Hours pass, But I go on. And then a golden light fills the room. Yes, it is morning again; Beautiful expression, An elegant debut attempt. Thanks for the sharing.Subhas
Thank you Sir! Your words mean a lot.