The walls of my room erode
bit by bit everyday
betraying its exteriors
and denuding its core
as if revealing
some mystic piece of art
covered under the layers of
paint, varnish and emulsion
Through the patches of grey
it now gives an impression
of some dark poems
written secretly
to find comfort
in the accumulated pain
caused by the ravages of time
And now
that the pain wants to burst out
to gently erode is the only choice
rather than to crumble, collapse
and perish
for that’s what the brave hearts do
they live on enduring all the pain
no matter how fierce life gets on them
– Chhaya
This is kind of moving. It sounds sad but also happy at the same time. Beautifully written!
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Thanks Tushita…means a lot 🙂
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Reblogged this on the child in me and commented:
for that’s what the brave hearts do..they live on enduring all the pain no matter how fierce life gets on them…..
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This poem could mean something to those who are striving hard in life and silently suffering…I loved the lines!!!
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Thanks Tushita ! We all have been through some dark phases at some point in life. Let’s wish love, peace and courage for those who are going through it now.
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Walls hide thy hidden pain.. Let’s not paint there..
Let’s it be clean… Wash it away… With those white flowers
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White flowers might have their own story of pain to say….when they turn dry, fall and decay.
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Flowers of memory never fade away,
O dear, those memories of togetherness
Will ever dry and fall on feet,
Let’s not get it dirt…
I placed under your palm..
Paint upon the pain in the wall…
Let’s smell it like a red rose …
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This is beautiful 🙂
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Expected a duet
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Thanks anyway
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🙂
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