My last songs to a lost love

My last songs to a lost love

A Poem by Balkaran Sidhu

I am a vocal instrument of sorrow
intonated and modulated in my own poverty
robbed of the sweetest music
deprived of my last melody.

I am a mirror of touch,
perception of viruality,
sound of some portrayed silence
adorned by my senses of grief.

I waited for love,once given
Recieved in chunks of my last meal
Since she left,my heart beats cold
my eyes live in clouds of vexation.

I am a sufferer of gravity
Under the weight of separation
I have been thinking of her
A thought too dangerous to grow.

But my sophistication is my simplicity,
so I keep on loving what I love
For the time I shall live
Though the time isn't eternal.

The affliction of her buds remain
heavy as the autaumn air
And my faded feelings regrow every morning
in the memory of last spring.

The burial of all the hope in me
She scented like a gentle flower,once
Now I must seal my emotions
and sleep under the ray,keeping me alive

© 2013 Balkaran Sidhu


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Beautifully expressed and well penned piece!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Such a beautiful poem! The imagery blew me away. Lost love is so sad and you really capture the emotion. Great write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Ah, the unrequited longing for love in a loveless purgatory; fresh with lingering thoughts and a faint joy of a heaven just waiting. I like both emotions and imagery depicted here; of which were portrayed artistically and enticing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


very well done dude very deep i liked the comparisons he used for himself and the the way he mentioned her as if she was so far away very good writing

Posted 11 Years Ago


Perfectly lovely. :) Excellently penned. ^_^

Posted 11 Years Ago


wonderfully expressed..i really enjoyed it:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Great poem, I really engoyed it. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


A poem that reads like a fruit that longs for the flower it once was. If it can only look into itself it will find the seed for another season of flowers. Nice write Bal.

Posted 11 Years Ago


such fine wording...i have only jealousy for yer writ...and sorrow for the pain in yer words

Posted 11 Years Ago


I like a lot, the flow and pace touches the core of the meaning with flowering imagery and passion, keep up the great work.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Hanumangarh, Rajasthan, India



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