Shrink the Ache

[Prompt : “There’s hurt here, that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or Poetry”. ]

Before taking you all to my short poem, let me provide you a small context. A broken heart or an afraid soul can not be mended by the shine of the worldly artifacts. It does not wish to listen to momentary talks, put trust on to short promises. The only sunshine that can glaze up their life is the warmth and togetherness of a person who can listen to their heart more than they can.

The smile on her face is pretty,

Yet her eyes lack the spark.

She gazes at the blooming evening primrose

Closing her eyes she recaptures the wind blowing away its petals,

And she shivers….

The pain inside transpires!

Fright has swamped over her hopes

Yes, She wants to speak something

Her bosom ventilates none will understand.

She wants to cry loud,

But her tear drops have iced up

Her heart has gone numb.

She thrives to believe in colors,

However, she has seen the rain washing the tinge away.

You won’t hear the clink of her outcry

It’s a Gordian knot which can only be felt!

Is she looking for something,

Is she looking for someone,

She does not know

She wants to drive that notion away.

Yet deep inside,

She wishes for someone to lift her out of the dark room.

Someone to walk along

Someone to hold on

Someone she can lean on

Someone to walk back to

Someone whose arms can calm her

Someone whom she can trust!