Once, A beam of Love had crossed my heart
From The heart of a tiny life,
A tiny life of a Blackbird.
The Black window opened wide,
Next to my left,
In front of the sky;
To fly, to fly, to fly;
Towards the horizon where the earth and sky mingle,
Towards the Eternity,
Towards the Cloud of soft.
But, there, the roaring wind was showed her strength
The stormy cloud place to place;
To cover the Sun, to cover the Moon.
Black Cloud had melted through the dropping aqua.
The Sun was at its edge, covered by the blackness of sorrow.
The Blackbird spread its wings,
It began to fly.
Towards the sky.
The sky which covered with the Black cloud,
Covered with the Loud stormy wind.
Wind groaned, trees oscillated its leaves.
I felt numb.
My throat becomes cold.
My lips dry.
I gazed at its flying movements,
Peeped into the window.
I saw the bird fighting with the wind;
A spark crossed its heart, coming from the deep sky.
It was the thunderbolt.
My heart had also crossed with a pain of love,
My heart had lost of purity, innocence, and the beauty of nature.
This love comes from the tiny Blackbird; This lost takes me to the hollow cave; I, at last, find myself in a solitary confinement.
-SAJIA AFRIN 3/22/17
Feel so numb
Like a tombstone .
Feel so hurt
Like a cankered boles.
Grief gulls my heart as a flooding storm gulls an area
and not leaves behind any sign of lives.
Melancholy rises up
Darksome covers up
All the sin and all the pain.
Colour becomes fade ‘nd disappear in rain.
Rain falls, when a chilly overcast shows up.
Rain hides, all the tears and takes it with her.
Now I Feel to
Dance with the beat of Funeral drums.
Now I feel to laugh with the pain from Man’s exploration paths
Over my body and soul.
Sometimes when we fall in melancholy, evil thinking arises, even sometimes we break another persons heart, especially our most beloved persons. So be careful when you feel sad, don’t use that sadness as your wicked instrument to break another’s heart like me. I usually do that without realisation and when i get back my sense it’s more hurtful to me after realizing…
Autumn touches every skin,
every corner of the nature
as well as her Chi.
Her Chi contains every beauty of the earth.
Earth becomes perfect through her kindness.
Her heart is so tender that flower also bow.
Sun crosses it’s finger for her lightning acts.
Moon spreads it’s mysterious
moonlight on her
to make her mysteriously beautiful.
Autumn crosses into her heart
With it’s fallen flowers
and the magical fallen leaves.
She is the Nature, Nature is She….
Sorry for mistake. It should be “Instrument”.
My heart torn into pieces –
Like a Red Rose -squeezed it’s hue.
My bones creaked –
Like it’s break.
Melancholy falls –
Like The morning-dew.
For someone –
Whom i love so much –
Can die instant
And go to the hell
Who takes revenge
I regret none!!
May be love is like yellow,
Bright like a light
Or like a flower which
Spreads it’s light.
Darkness can’t co’er or
In darkness it becomes bright…😊