One-sided love

by Ya----Na   Feb 27, 2018


Here, I am,
alone in this thing called life;
crying out loud in the garden of death;
stuck in between the bruises of hellos and roses,
and burning in a mirage of prospects and contradictions.

I am tired of walking
on those letters I wrote for you;
drinking illness of questions in empty nights;
recycling my thoughts to prevent them from shriveling
and looking for me in the lyrics of the songs
in your head right now.

Now, I crave for freedom
from the room of this incurable sin;
from sleeping on the bed sheet of darkness;
from sharing my pillow with the devil and
from covering myself with the blanket of nightmares.

I have coded an ocean of emotions for you
in the seashells of infinity,
and if you ever find one of them,
blow it and you will hear
the voice of my stubborn heart asking you
the same awkward thing...

Could you please whisper
those three little drops of sweetness in my ears
and turn it into a dream?

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  • 5 months ago

    by naaz

    I don't know, but in one of your poem a member from pnq had given comment that one read of your poem wasn't enough. She is 100 percent correct. I mean look at the beauty of this one. You have no idea how many times I have read this poem and shared it on my Facebook page too.

    Theme of the poem looks like love. Tone or feelings or atmosphere or emotions they are kinda mixed but you put emphasis on desire towards your one true love. Language is full of metaphors, but not that tough to decipher or one couldn't easily understand.

    As it starts, it shows that you are not alone you meet new people everyday, you receive roses too which implies that there is love around you but you are not comfortable because that love is not one you are lookin for. You always feel alone and even the most beautiful things in life now can't make you feel satisfied. You are burning in an image you made in your heart, a possibility that though there are contradictions for now but one day you gonna meet your desired love for sure.

    Second stanza says that you are tired of telling her how much you love her and now your mind wants you to forget about her. You, don't want such thing to happen, you don't want to lose the moisture of her thoughts. Your love for her is still a mystery, it is making you ill. Your nights are empty and even in those empty nights you search yourself in the songs or thoughts running in the mind of the person you love.

    Again, third stanza is a bit different from the rest of the poem. Maybe, in this one your mind overcame your heart because from this stanza it looks like that you have committed some sin by loving her. Now you want to get rid of it, but the sin is incurable so you are doing all those things which you don't want to do anymore. Through out the stanza you called love, a devil. It is wrapping you in his arms of darkness and nightmares.

    Fourth one says that you have done everything you could have to tell her how much you loved her. You have imprinted your love on letters, poems, quotes and other ways to tell her how much you loved her all your life. If she ever finds any one of those and opens it, she gonna hear the voice of your heart asking her the same thing, 'do you love me?'

    After reading your poems, sometimes, it makes me believe that true love really exists.

    SG, Could you please share her name in one of your poem in the future?
    It's just a request.

    Keep on penning!

    • 5 months ago

      by Ya----Na

      Hi naz, once again so many thanks to u fr going too deep in my poems and leaving such remarkable comments. I've no words how you do it each time. And abt that gal? Okay
      I'll try!
      I'll give some hint in my upcoming poems.

  • 6 months ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    Woah I’m literally speechless right now.

  • 6 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Be still my heart

  • 6 months ago

    by Hellon

    This is a stunning piece of poetry...each and every stanza paints a picture that is really quite dire to me, the reader. Favourite (although it was extremely difficult to pick).

    I am tired of walking
    on those letters I wrote for you;
    drinking illness of questions in empty nights;
    recycling my thoughts to prevent them from shriveling
    and looking for me in the lyrics of the songs
    in your head right now.

    Simply breathtaking!

  • 6 months ago

    by Maple Tree

    This took me back to a sad time in my life,
    Oh to be honest I feel my life has always been a bit sad,
    But I feel in these moments it molds us into who we are as a person and as writer's....this is such a powerful piece.. well done

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