Analogy Of My Sadness Imbibed In Poems

By Parizad Gaur

1.“The blue my salty tears holds, all with serene sublimity covered in trudged hue, crave to

be held by you; they run down my hollow eye pits, down my skin going here and there,

slipping everywhere, searching for you

The smudge covered beside the corners of my eyes, wait to be clasped by your melancholic

ways,

Oh where are you?

Where have your been?

I wish I could tell my heart to stop leaking but how embarrassing it is

It just never stops, it just never takes a brake and goes back to the drawer of my timid

dreams”

2. And now the spring has commenced but why haven’t you started blooming?

It’s almost like you haven’t forgotten the bleak autumn, where you fall like leaves on the dry

ground....

3. Tugs and barges get hooked at the edge of a hinterland, docking big weights out of the

ships that sailed through the mystic sea over the periphery of flowing time, you’re still

hooked on to the woven threads of me,

A chain around my throat, a limp in my fear is you, when the ocean tides change from high

to low, green to blue

The way my heart melts when my glance your honey eyes, the same heart burns in dim

darkness, when you’re out of sight, street lights get vandalized and

I lose my sleepless nights but,

I must say , you’re in me and I’m in you

You made me whole even if we’ll remain just two, just two

4. Is life really this complicated or painful like how your parents describe? We all grow up

not living life but fearing it, fearing of what we shouldn’t be ,what we have to be and what

will kill us. We are made to sculpt some sort of predetermined life choices and values

because according to what we conspire life is not worth living but always worth struggling

and that unfortunately is a sad truth.

5. The moon tonight is thinner than last night

Almost a non-existent slit of white residue in the black sky

like how it is about to get lost

in the dust of my eyes

you too are turning, smaller thinner smaller thinner,

in my eyes suddenly turning into that phase of moon where I see nothing absolutely nothing

at all...

6.Do you remember the sound of the pattering raindrops on our roof?

like how it was feel falling onto us but not into us

I remember your heart beating on your chest

I remember listening to your breath

the warm force of air flowing down my neck

but then when I asked you “can your feel how close you are to me?” you replied single-

handedly “I thought you were asking about the rain”

I didn’t speak anything after that...

7.His presence was icy snowy and cold

but I love how it changed into warm fire burning inside

when I was with him

The melting flakes down his chest filling the edges with dew, clear, rusted calm and pure

I think I loved him and I think he did too ..

8.as As if I am sculpted with grief pouring onto the dusty veins of my timid body

when will love strike again like a spontaneous ray of sunlight?

peeking through jaded haze of late winter clouds giving life to everyone on the ground

however,

grief strikes again like a melting candle dripping on the marble ground staining it bloody

red..

9.I heard myself speaking in the middle of the quietest crowd

It’s like jingling car keys on the swinging holder

Running feete on the marathon ground

acappella harmonies moving in the music room

Jolting piano notes from

one to two; two to three

I heard myself speaking

Like splashing water,

Slapping gigantic whales;

But then somebody snapped a finger,

And I never spoke again..

By Parizad Gaur