Life is a fine teacher. We are always learning lessons.
"Realised, regretted And
Am moving away
From my loss
At cost of hearts and drops.."
The above lines. Real life and true. Thank you Surya for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote
"Words killing me,
Blood flowing as ink
On my days as sheets,
My life a paint on oily canvas..."
This was the stanza which attracted me the most. I love your choice of title too. That realization is the turning point, I think, that no matter how alone we are, still we're alive.
Btw, did you mean "fiery"? "feary" doesn't seem right..
A good write, well penned, Surya :)
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
It is fiery, I will correct it, Thank you Yumna for your kind visit and words, am glad you enjoyed.... read moreIt is fiery, I will correct it, Thank you Yumna for your kind visit and words, am glad you enjoyed....:)
7 Years Ago
You're welcome, Surya. A pleasure always reading your works :)
We all move on from loss of course but the heart seem a to hold pain, anguish, fear longer than happiness, as if to remind us that the good times will one day end.
Nice job Surya
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
True...Thank you Gee for your kind visit and words..:)
Since I am a straightforward writer, I am fascinated by writers who can evoke emotion by throwing out a seemingly careless array of images & metaphors, without clearly connecting the dots, but the feelings come thru the word painting clearly anyway. I enjoy the way your metaphors & comparisons are consistent thru-out, with imagery blending ideas of drops, paint, & hearts.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
Thank you so much Margie for connecting them....am glad you enjoyed it...:)