Hold my hand! Gently!

Heaven is here at that moment.

Why are you running too fast
Like a Cheetah, your legs are moving too slow I see
The pressure heart can't hold any more
You are breathless, carrying wild wind of thoughts
Never think of escaping, running through the path you selected
You are caged in a narrow haunting memories of mine
Inside your tears are fire floating over cheeks
Hold my hand, tightly, gently
You feel, you are not living any more
You are now at heaven,
Tears are river's of heaven
Blood seems colourful, heart like blooming flower
Thoughts are murmurs of angels
As you hug me forever, not to live on this earth.

Reviews

[Beren]

OH WOW WOW! Sir, respectfully, THIS IS AWESOME!

Great words, imagery, flow, meaning... Everything is in this poem!

"Tears are river's of heaven
Blood seems colourful, heart like blooming flower
Thoughts are murmurs of angels
As you hug me forever, not to live on this earth." HOLY

This reminded me a song but I can't remember now, I'll let you know later! Felt so familiar!
In favorites for sure. I love these kinda poems

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊 for kind review

[Dessi]

Arundass TP you relate so well to the emotions, dear poet.
So many times I've caught myself having those thoughts like a wild wind.
It definitely leads to pressure the heart can't hold anymore.
I wish you could've reached out and grabbed me, stopped me...
But we all are impulsive at times...What a great Write!

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for kind review

[Betty Hermelee]

I guess we should all live in Heaven, it's much more sane than living on earth...and better than having haunted memories!!! " Blood seems colorful, heart like blooming flower".....vivid images!
Thank you for sharing
Warmly, B

[Arundass TP]

Sure...We all must make our mind with heavenly touch. Thank you friend 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

You are very welcome!
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

Caged in memories. Some wonderful lines and imagery here. Grief can certainly take prisoners. Hopefully over time, that grief will soften and the memories will gift joy and not so many tears. Great poem Arundass.

Chris

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[John the Baptist]

This one is full of grief. Some mournings are longer than others.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Soren]

A dialectic is formed in this poem where opposites make up the whole and where one imprisons in memory what one can not hold in reality. Memories hold tightly but gently and live forever. A deep and wonderful poem

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊