Change is indeed the basic nature of life. I have earlier written a post on change. This year taught me the phenomenon of change, its implications and acceptance. I wrote this poem sometime back. I was thinking of change. So thought of sharing this one.
The words like dart
Giving physical pain to heart
Sickness to body.
The silence like spilled wine
Carelessly tipped on table
Spreads and grows each moment.
Seeking courage everyday
To face the change
To resist the feeling.
Tightly knit sewn lips
Want to end it all, for all
End sometimes, easier than silence.
Looking desperately for closure
But memories resisting
Memories or hope?
Memories and hope- both meaningless.
But silence spreading like wine
Pain spreading like cancer
Head numb with grief
Heart succumbing to silence.
One day, it will die
It will pierce me
That it did not cause you a stir.
What to do with the change when there is
No remembrance
Or care.
© Written by Garima Mahajan
Giving physical pain to heart
Sickness to body.
The silence like spilled wine
Carelessly tipped on table
Spreads and grows each moment.
Seeking courage everyday
To face the change
To resist the feeling.
Tightly knit sewn lips
Want to end it all, for all
End sometimes, easier than silence.
Looking desperately for closure
But memories resisting
Memories or hope?
Memories and hope- both meaningless.
But silence spreading like wine
Pain spreading like cancer
Head numb with grief
Heart succumbing to silence.
One day, it will die
It will pierce me
That it did not cause you a stir.
What to do with the change when there is
No remembrance
Or care.
© Written by Garima Mahajan
Photo Courtesy: http://kentehstudio.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-girl.html
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