i know how you feel, my friend....though i was the one that left my relationship, i still feel the same way. sometimes, no matter what happens in life and in any relationship, things happen and sometimes not always for the best. for me, it was for the best, even though i feel at times that if things had been different, i would have stayed. i have no regrets only that it didn't work out the way i wanted it to.
i hope that the pain will subside in time, but it is always the best medicine, time is.
Awesome, with brilliant depth of imagery related to loneliness, isolation and the agony of loving! What strikes me while reading it is how you carry your pain, pathos and hunger to love in the recesses of your mind with brilliant doses of symbolism! Like in the lines: "Hollow is my heart and my eyes are so wet,/ A heart so much empty for which I regret", or like here: "Overcast somewhere I still see my moon,/Lodestar can't even guide my way home./Evanescently I surrender life of my own"speaks of your silent suffering with such an aura and essence of your own that mystifies and demystifies romantic pain again and again...outstanding work celebrating romantic agony, desolation and the crude reality of life!
This is a sad and reflective piece and I truly hope someday you can give your whole heart to someone because it would be most unfair to only give her a part of it. I do understand the pain and I thank you for sharing this piece with me and entering it in my contest.
Bhavya, I sincerely enjoyed reading the depth, as established in the first three lines, where desire surfaces as sentiment and the willingness to succeed, reading, one can feel the encouraging sense of hope,
in knowing the future is uncertain and anything is possible if the heart believes it so, reflecting how life imitates art, expression as well as those things defining the heart, as well as outlook, to know what it means to be hhallow, like a shadow, desiring light to pass beyond the source of its maker, such is life, to be nothing until the
light of the creator, and in many ways your words draw the heart to contemplation, as the passion is pondering in essence, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this acrostic work of art, thanks for sharing it with us.
Take Care, Mike
"Between battlegrounds is where I stand,
Unarmed and without any reason to live,
Thirsty for some rain to hit this burning land…
Hooray!! excellent! excellent! I love everything about this poem: the acronym, how you expounded on: She still have whole ofme....the choice of words you used, the picture you painted in our minds, the type of font you used, colors, pictures. etc etc etc
Put this in my favorites. And I am picky what I choose too. Good job! keep writing!
This indeed sounds like ballad. Heart felt work, the only part I dont like is the rhyming for some reason it seems to distract from the overall work. I will watch for more of your work.
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