In the gay crowd he felt alone,
And at the festive board
The freshness from his joys had fled,
It ne'er could be restor'd—
Through well known scenes of faded bliss
In pensive mood he stray'd—
Like flow'ret flung upon his path
He found his blue-eyed maid.
There was a blush upon her cheeks,
......
Today the world is grey. Every cloud, every window, every room. The same dull melancholy tones.
On days like today, its hard not to feel grey too.
Love wept
as corals swept
The waters of calm into turbulence
When you left me.
©Sharon Morgan
blackest vulture
You wait in the shadows
to prey on me
to rob my joy
to place obstacles in front of me,
and eclipse the sun
I trip and fall
lying alone in darkness
but there I see a sliver of light.
......
It is a chronicle of Inconsequencial deliberations.
Like the colourless mist diminishing into eternity.
Like the sundial's arms trudging towards the disconsolate reality,
Or a dying amaranth set alight by the crackling inferno of agony.
It is a neverlasting symphony tinted with colouration from all the fragments of my heart.
Where all my Incarcerated sentiments held as the prisoner of my mind.
The lamp of erudition and amour and the silver lining In this labyrinth of my undying faiths,
Viciously drowns in this ocean of my extinguished faiths.
And wretches my implausible soul with exorbitant heartbreak and remnants of torment.
Save me, from this Blue and Grey echoes of the abyssopelagic world
......
Sometimes the loneliness feels like theres a hole inside of me,
one that cannot be filled with anything but the comfort I find in sadness.
And if I let that sadness and sorrow go
what do I have left?
I fear I have grown so attached to that comfort of being sad
that I will never be able to let go of it.
बस टूट चुकी हूँ
खुदसे क्या कहूँ
किसी से क्या बात करूँ
मन ही नहीं करता
किसी के पास जाने का
किसी से दो घड़ी बात करने का
खुदसे भी यूँ मुँह मोड़ लिया है मैंने
बस टूट चुकी हूँ
सवाल करना चाहती हूँ
......
ich sage zu mir, ob ich die Welt aus den Fugen raten soll,
wenn es mir einfällt
andernfalls verliere ich mein Verstand
auf die Trägheit der Verwandten mit Coca-Cola in ihren Händen,
auf die Trägheit der Freunde, der Vertrauten, der Kollegen
ich werde verrückt auf die Trägheit meiner Liebe, meiner Wut,
meines Wissens, meiner Ignoranz,
auf meiner Stirn sind Etikette, die ich in der Entwicklungsschüssel gelöffelt habe,
ich werde verrückt auf die Trägheit meines sehenden Auges, hörenden Ohres…
......
I sometimes imagine , you here with me
I do that because I think it might help .
But apparently it does not
and its hard to imagine as well .
I ponder the fact that what would you be looking like right now
your hair ,eyes ,nose would it be like me the same ?
I wish I could have seen you just once ,but I cant
because you left before I even came .
......
Love wept
as corals swept
The waters of calm into turbulence
When you left me.
©Sharon Morgan