The deepest Pain
Cannot be washed away..
That gaping wound
Cannot be wished away..
Deep down it remains,
That excruciating Pain.
Tears don't wash sorrow,
Else there'd be a brighter morrow
Tears only release Pain..
What have you to gain
If it doesn't erase Pain ?
Often when the voice
Begins to choke..
You sense the surge swelling
All the way up rushing..
Then Pain swallows it again,
Thwarted by a gulp
Into the abyss of despair
Like a stream that loses,
Its way into the sand.
Live, love, laugh, lament,
Because deep down within
You value every moment..
And in its passing,
That little chest is tripping..
Time and time again,
Before you're embraced
By the mighty firmament.
Tears never conquered a man
That deepest Pain did ..
Snug within the form,
Inimical, it lives
As you treat it with
The codeine of tears..
At times smothered and lulled,
Sucked into the vortex,
To be thrown out again
As a man of the world.
Harness the salt
That blurs your sight..
To make your mark ,
Because the deepest Pain
Cannot be washed away
And that gaping wound ,
Cannot be wished away..
Gasp, heave, sigh
As you may.
- M. Neog ( Dew Drops )
your verses touched my deepest core .
ReplyDeleteIn the Morn, when bird sings,
I wish you Good morning Papa.....
sometimes low, then louder,
sure my voice crossing clouds,
transcending the realms,reaches you,
yours returns with the winged messenger
calling out - my koyl ... my koyl...
Madhu my father and me exchanged this conversation for years before he passed away every morning. i would call and he would say - Good morning my koyl .....no this pain can not be washed away ... this gaping wound never can be wished away.... your words always touch the core in my heart .
Words.. they do wonders..
ReplyDeleteLots of love Mrs Mehra