Poetry

Forgotten Yesterdays, Forbidden Dreams

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

2 Comments

  1. So nice and emotional. Thank you Indian periodicals for publication

  2. Deep bro ??