HER PLIGHT

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A dark poem..Slightly Depressing.. before anyone draws conclusions about the origin of the character, the character is purely fictious and a creature of my imagination although Maybe the character has taken shape from the depth of my character and my previous disappointments. the most draining and serious poem I've done till date. Enjoy reading it!!

The sun shines through the window,it spills brightness
Illuminates the interiors with vibrance


The room is alive now shimmering with playfulness
Yet something holds everything back


The sun confers the winds to blow
Yet something holds its ablazing radiance


She's sad, her heart aches with pain
Nothing can outweigh her solemn tearfulness


Her face seems old with countless worries within
Yet so frail that the delicate finesse still prevails


She looks around the room with no respite
Yet nothing seems comforting to her


Her relentless hands undergo frantic twitches
Something unexplained goes on swirling inside her


Her cause for misery seems unjustifiable and unknown
She remains an undisclosed mystery ever


The vibrance of the room doesn't appeal to her,
It kills her, makes her world all the more miserable


So while the sun blares down its utter magnificience
She lies in her subdued world of darkness, good lord, what an irony..

Comments

Abha said…
WOW!! You have done a great job! Expressing thoughts through poetry is no mean task but you have done it really beautifully...
January 4, 2011 at 5:41 AM
Sahil Kaul said…
Thanks a lot Abha :).. A comment from such a profilic and aware writer like u means a lot :)
January 5, 2011 at 7:02 AM
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