Emotions torn up into
a boiling cauldron of doubt.
Everything understood rather smooth
until it is ripped apart.
Everything understood incompletely
is beautiful,
except when it comes to human feelings.
Silence is but a fruit of concern
and grief, a remedy for eternal suffering.
Waited for a breakthrough,
once mistaken,
lost forever.
But on this river,
staying afloat is enigmatic.
Long dreams,
long distances,
the bird still sings.
Remembering the good times,
it melts into its solitude.
A few more moments left,
now too far from home,
I live in a dwelling
built on hope.
~ Gautham P
Bangalore, India
So nice and emotional. Thank you Indian periodicals for publication
Deep bro 💯👌