To be held in your arms,
To breathe in your solace,
Not a drop of peace,
Wasted...
Beyond the wake
Of the reddened sky
The looming horizon
Breathes in
The dusky air.
I know still
Your head
Rests over mine.
Your consoling words
Pouring honey dew
In my frightened ears,
"No matter
How far the ragging thoughts
Torment you, my love...
I am right here..
Holding you close...
In my arms."
Shreya Chatterjee who is a writer by profession and a poet at will, apart from inventing newer ways of experimenting with creative expression. When not writing, she prefers traveling, reading books by fellow writers and reviewing the same and catching up with friends. Her debut book "Musings of a Wanderer" has been reviewed, appreciated and featured by qualified professionals. Get a glimpse of her writing on her blog at “A journey called…” or “A Vagabond and A Wizard”. To read more post from her, click HERE
5 people read and said:
such simplicity :)
Hey,
Nice one as always Shreya! :)
Just one suggestion,
I feel the word "ragged" would sound much more intense instead of "ragging".. with the context of the poem.
Loved it!
Cheers!
@ priyanka...lets keep it ragging dear...for it is still a growing tempest inside :)
@miss sunshine..simple things are the best things in life :)
Nice expressions with subtle words..
Loved it :)
Beautiful and I love the expression...
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