Love Impossible

Yearning heart seldom takes respite
from its pensive yonder,
senses caged,
desires derailed,
while the heart wish,
it never escape the evil’s disguised veil

The heart knows such thoughts
only means bereavement,
yet it remain a mute spectator,
captivated in some senseless brooding,
and it explode to pieces
with tints of scarlet,
reflecting shadows of yesteryear’s ardor,
spreading on the gray canvas
of his once boisterous love

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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16 comments

  1. Dear friend, your poems are precious, and I was wondering if you’d like to break the mold express your emotions, feelings and thoughts a bit differently, still in poem form but a bit off, just a thought…

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  2. I love the way you have portrayed the yearning of a brooding heart. An emotions way beyond our control where no dearth of common sense can bring respite to it. As I always believed that heart is stubborn so it never gives us peace till we give in. Ha, Guess I got carried away in your poem, Shantanu.

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