Tag: Sad

thoughts

A Meet And A Tale.

Met one of my friend yesterday

She was talking to me all through the day.

Telling me of her experiences good and bitter

where the worst exceeded the better

feeling sad for what has gone through

she felt totally let out true.

Having gone through such periods

she could not resist any more tedious

as she has suffered very greatly

with people pulling her down unexpectedly

desperate she sounded and angry she was

knew not how to console her as she saw a loss.

A year ago she asked a reference

being a close relative of mine in defence

I could not spill out the beans

but told her in subtle means

which she never took it serious

finally it turned sour and ominous.

Yesterday she told me the tale of woe

felt sorry for having taken my words so low

said that the relative behaved so badly

being very cheap and miserly.

and she also incurred monetary shortfall

which remains unclaimed in a call

Tags Experience, Poem, Sad

thoughts

The liberties of man are at question.
Th security of man is at stake,
The financials of man are at nadir.
The thoughts of man are at lowest ebb.
The feelings of man are prosaic.
The work of man is not illustrative.
The portrait of man on the whole
looks grim, glum and hapless.
He being tossed up by the circumstances
He being thrown out in the eternity.
Seemingly he looks sad and melancholic
very worn out and exhausted.
A stature of this century
lacks lustre and grace
much different from what he was
some centuries back
when he was ebullient and enthusiastic
when he was an embodiment of creativity.

Tags glum creativity, grim, melancholic., Poem, Sad

thoughts

The Lass Turns Into A Stone.

Post author By meenas17
Post date August 19, 2013
1 Comment on The Lass Turns Into A Stone.

Sitting tight on her chair
gazing at the moon in the sky
mumbling something to herself
she sat there for hours together
not going to her bed
with the night getting darker
and midnight fast approaching
she sat tight in her chair
unmoved by things around her
not knowing it is night or day
but staring at the moon in its shine.
How long she sat there one knows not?
For in the morn she continued so
passing on to the afternoon and then to dusk.
It is hapless to see her thus
like a stone totally set and totally fret.
Sadness can make living beings into stone
hard and impenetrable,sullen and serious.

Tags lass, Poem, Sad, Stone

thoughts

The Coy Love.

With the rose in his hand
he said “I love you” in a manner grand
Blushing like the rose with glamour
she went past him without a murmur
He ran behind her like a mad
proposing again in glad.
The girl blushed once more
made her way to the door.
Not knowing what to do.
the coy boy sat down without a cue.
The girl hoping to see him behind
turned back and finding him not in the hind
felt sad and sat down with tears
The feel of love is so strange
not able to express in the range
not possible to show explicitly
it is so deep and keen invariably
a false step would break the heart
mending it would be a task great.

Tags Break, Love, Poem, Rose, Sad

thoughts

Sad And Drawn.

With the love in he eyes
and a kindness in her way
she crossed all the barriers
sometimes with a stumble
other times in a jumble
most times without a fumble.

On reaching her destination
she gently whistled
though being not feminine
she did it with a terrible shine
reflecting one of achievement
refracting one of amendment
restoring one of faith and averment.

While having got over all hurdles
in slow and steady speed
her life by now has come to an end
signifying that she is in the last period
where her ebullience has subsided
and her diligence has succumbed to age
pushing her to retirement and reconsideration.

That is all is found in her life
which is one of battle and restitution
where there had been no sense of enjoyment
but only confrontations and controversies
that have sucked her energy to a level nothing
with that she is looking the shadow of her original
much drawn out and sad having faced all mishaps.

Tags drawn, Poem, Sad

thoughts

Poetic Muse.

The poetic muse has left me
making me to hunt for thoughts
However difficult it be
I received a lot of prompts from all sorts
but now I have to search and see
I am forced to have them bought.
I go on like a busy bee
trying to get them out.
With this I am putting forth a plea
praying that I might not be left out
from the poetic fraternity.

Tags left, muse., Poem, Sad

thoughts

Sad Very Sad.

The evening was pleasant
with cool breeze flowing
wanted to sit out in a distant
and enjoy the coolness exciting
but in this area this is impossible
as there are continuous burglaries
to keep safe we have to lock reasonable
and sit inside thinking of the vagaries.
What a world it is ? one ponders
as not to enjoy nature’s endowment
but to see the beauty from yonder.
It is but a sad denouement.

Tags burglary, Poem, Sad

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Amused Or Bemused

Getting amused over things
has been my way
They help me unwind
the emotional sway.
A light laugh and
a small grin
take me across
the stretch of delight
far away from the plight
of sadness and despair
which take place now
and then in everyone’s life.

Let me tell you
laugh with full heart
expressing pure joy
and exhilaration
demanding nothing
expensive and dear
but extending
tranquillity and
peace in modest
means with endearment
and solicitations.

Tags amused, grin, laugh, Peace, Poem, Sad, tranquillity

Poem

The Joy of Freedom

Running through the pages
found a lovely image
of a bird in a cage.
whose big eyes looked sad.

The bird seemed to be desolate with fear
as it had no freedom to relish and cheer
seemed to curl itself in the rear
The image brought tears.

Perhaps the bird was thinking
of its friends in the trees flying
hopping, pecking and singing
enjoying every minute of their life.

The joy of freedom is infinitive
The little bird held as a fugitive
in the cage would get a feed remunerative
but has lost the rejoice of being free.

With a heavy heart turned the pages
recollecting the freedom movement in stages.
wondering how did the fighters survived the outrage
Heaving a sigh threw the book in disgust.

Tags bird, cage, desolate, freedom, Joy, Poem, Sad

Actions death Experience fear Poem

Death Over There.

Death is a pang say many.
It is but sad to experience.
All men are born to die one day.
It is but true to comprehend.
Death is a great leveller in a finality.
It is but exact to relate.
The mighty, the rich, the poor go the same way.
It is but hard to believe.
Death gives freedom with absolute majority..
It is but relevant to die.