Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Inspiration, Love, Nature, poetry, Self-Help


Brownish hue of 
Suffering settles 
On top like fumes
From chimney 
Silently embraces
Heart, moist 
Vapors tickling 
From eyes, a
Loyal companion 
Of poets of my
Kinds, between
Pen and paper 
Lies a gentle heartache 
A tingling pain
Mysterious melancholia 
Sitting with me on 
The dusty couch 
Sipping wine from the same
 cup, air filled
With soft notes of melody 
Sung by suffering.

Tanya Shukla