Eternal Solitude
This solitude of eternity breaks off the only buttress that supports the radical irony of life. My incompetence brings the paradox of my elders to reality. As I dream, I dream of pain, I dream of atonement …. But as I dream I know that it is a dream, and even though I know it is a dream I still can’t wake from it.
Deeper into the abyss of love I strangle my heart with the threads of sweet torture as she leads me into the world of dark pleasures I seek redemption in pain she provides my aching soul. Bleeding and breathless I cry for a hand in which I find refuge but I lose my vision as the blood blinds the truth of the serenity around me and my heart becomes aware that she is no longer mine.
My heart knows no bounds since inside the paradise of darkness you cleanse my heart of sorrows…. In my solitude I weep for happiness and joy. And she lends me her hands and spreads her wings to shelter me from the pain to protect me from this unbearable hold of solitude. Now at last amidst the green soft grass with her hands on my head, her love in my heart I know I am in heaven. I know that hope is not lost and that in time of suffering comes an angel to bless you with faith and hope
1 comments:
soubarna,i don't belong to the intelligentsia where i possibly can comment on someone's works.but i can and always would appreciate good writing which is the reason i am writing this,i guess i said it all.keep up the good work,want to see more of your literary side :)
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