Hiding from the self
Mind turns inwards
Wearing many hats
When lost in pain.
Without letting in
Silence to break
The emotive heart,
Without letting tears
To form a stream,
The self pulls off
From the screen
Allowing the mind
To repress the woe
The game goes on..
An emotion peeks in,
and I stop.
Feel caught in its grip,
and I stop….
Then at the epitome
Of fog of grief
Wherein the mind
Can no more hold
The cloudy eyes
The self comes back,
Sits with the fears,
Recaps all that gone,
And then let all the
Tears out in private..
Slowly the self is
Back on its feet again
Yet nervy in the divine
Temple of acceptance..
temple of doom
so soon
alone
lunar
thank you
This was wonderfully written Akhila..
Thanks moushmi
Beautiful poem Akhila
Thanks a lot
You are welcome Akhila
Akhila a very expressive post.
Thanks veena
Nice one Akhila… Continue to reflect like this….
thank you