Oh! baby misfortunes are not when
mammoth heavens fall, or mighty Earths
trembles it’s when the foundation of faith
inside begins to quiver ….
Not when you sob an independent
woman alone in raven nights but when you
yearn to cry in the ultraviolet shadows of
northern lights midst millions but saline tears
refuses to comply, they have abandoned…
For the inside of your wombs the bloody
waters have dried and declines to ooze
out, like ashen smoke of cheap joints
you burn out day and night….
Remember that moment once someone
complimented about those pretty lips but kisses
like paper-planes flew out of those
Oh! baby there is a hope, it’s out there in
that horizon across azure blue oceans and
you sparkle like a last flame of old waxen
A candle you flicker-flicker and paddle
your boat with all the might knowing
that your time is finally out,
its just over, you keep flickering …
33 thoughts on “Misfortune”
A poem for those in life who are not waiting for their ship to come in but are sighing because their boat has come and gone and seems to be heading towards the permanent dry dock.
True a moment of despair but there is a pleasure in knowing there is a permanent dry rock coz you stop caring 🙂, thanks for your insight, you framed it beautifully.
You’re very welcome. 😊
You never fail to touch the heart of readers.
Thanks Jaya for your kind words, sry for late reply I found your comment in spam. I am so glad my word resonates with you and the feeling is mutual!
Always a pleasure.
The angst and The helplessness so beautiful outlined. You should have a second part of how resurrection was achieved 😊
Thanks a lot Shantanu I just tried to seize a moment of despair, when you are banging your head against wall with certain situations and people the glimmer of hope is you are paddling against currents. Thanks a lot for reading my friend. Happy Diwali 🙂
Happy Diwali. It was a beautiful read
I am glad shantanu you liked it. 😊
I sure did
Well the poem of resurrection is on the way 🙂
Lovely. It reminds me of how life changes occur in thought and deed, we row with paddles sometimes against the current, hoping to arrive. Sometimes the currents need power much stronger than we can muster. 🙂
Ron thanks for your insight, hope your weekend was good. I was trying to seize a moment of despair, those when you feel that with certain people or situation it’s like banging your head against wall. You feel they have improved but it’s again as you said paddling against the currents. Did you get??
Got it. I understand what you mean. Thanks for your enlightenment. My weekend was good and I trust you had a wonderful one. 🙂
So compelling and richly written!!
Thanks Bill, how very kind of you 🙂
Love the way you write!
Thanks a lot Bill, thanks for your kindness!
That makes me happy 🙂
I am truly humbled
You have portrayed the moments of despair with so honesty.When the heart almost given is and every effort to save the soul turns futile.
Thanks for reading certain moments and people are out of control and you are left with despair. I truly appreciate your kind read and insight. Regards
You have a talent of taking your reader through a journey..a vintage bioscope
Thanks for your kind words, I never felt I can write any good!
We always feel that sometime. Our acceptance comes thought our readers and yours are the true reflection of your writing.,
I guess you are right!