The pages are blank,
as they reflect my thoughts
the ink goes dry
whilst I ponder to write…
the ink goes dry
whilst I ponder to write…
Failing to relate
to the emptiness inside,
staring at nothing
those feelings have died…
to the emptiness inside,
staring at nothing
those feelings have died…
Reminiscing the words
ever that I said,
and rekindling the dreams,
the ones we shared…
ever that I said,
and rekindling the dreams,
the ones we shared…
When pain lingered,
I thought of your love
and when loneliness engulfed,
I thought of your touch…
I thought of your love
and when loneliness engulfed,
I thought of your touch…
But the pages are still blank
and my hands remain still,
the breeze blows the pages,
as my mind wanders at will…
and my hands remain still,
the breeze blows the pages,
as my mind wanders at will…
-Eon Heath
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Your verses always strike a chord, I was imagining your pen moving on a blank paper as you must be writing these lines...I felt the emptiness as I sat still for a few moments when I reached the last line. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDelete@Manshaa
ReplyDeleteAfter a long time...
well, the blank pages always remain blank...
:)
Your words indeed touch my heart with such honey! Yesterday, my page was a sea of random notes that went nowhere. But when I looked up another few pics online, the vision I wanted to depict burst through.
ReplyDelete@Philippa
ReplyDeleteIt so happens that the mind is full of thoughts, but all turbulent...just one inspiration and all the pieces of the jigsaw fall into place...
:)
Thank you...
Touching. There is so much that is there in between the lines here, an emptiness trying to submerge in a pool of words and much more.
ReplyDeleteTake Care
P.S: I posted a comment on fb too dunno how come it got deleted.
@Fatima
ReplyDeleteThe emptiness never finds a company... :)
fb at times goes hungry re.. :) dont bother...