Tortured Heart

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Together in the Distance

a
gentle
hum
somewhere
interrupts
the still-
ness
of a
lonely night,
and threatens to
distract me
from my
thoughts
of you.

Included

The things you do
I want to do with you
The places you go
I want to go too

MAKING THE HURT STOP

By Charles Robert Lindholm

a drug

changes the feeling

ends the pain

makes the hurting stop

 

you

changed my world

RECOVERY

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

solitude

          being alone

 

loneliness

The Lonely Stair

At its height aloneness is the pale star.

So far, and distant, when the light at last reaches our eye
it is one hundred years gone.

I act accordingly,
(my god is an outlier god)
when all are in rise,
I must fall, when all are out walking, I must be sitting,
when all are descending, I must ascend, for when the powers tied
the strings, I was not to be found at my station along the line.

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I Am the Sorrow

Some days I do not just feel sorrow

Some days I am the sorrow

I am the grey sky

That threatens spitting snow

I am the heaviness in your limbs

Your shuffling gait

Reluctant to get

Where you are expected

Longing (revisited)

She knew something

of longing

Ache in her soul

that would awaken

without warning

Tears that welled up

unbidden

Shorn

.

Shades of Light Drift on the Dawn
In a Tangled Web of Memory,
Where Ripples Touch what now is Gone
To Tantalize this Ache in me.

The Long Lament

.

In the subtle shades of the secretive night,
A Long Lament for this restless state
Emblazoned by Your energy;
The Passion calling from Your Heart
To mine,

Jaded

.

In the darkness

Encircled by change and calamity

Perched upon the precipice with my gaze cast downward

Discovering the abyss

Devil’s Table

Everyday I see you and smile,

We talk and laugh, all is stable,

But when you pass the lights go out

And I find my place at the devil’s table.

 

They know me there,

More than is surely good

But I don’t judge, my friends all,

Faceless pains under every hood.

The Song of this Heart

.

The Song of this Heart

Sings in Silent Memory

Vigilance

.

Sharp as flint

In mists of Shallow Haze,

Unbroken glass

Upon the Bluster of Days;

Waiting for that someone?

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She told us all about herself,
And, in the end
She asked for help.

Each one in shock,
Asked their own self,
“Did she just speak about me,
Or, tell about herself?”
Because, all of what
She was going through,
Pain, agony, fear and despair,
Was, essentially, true,
For each one of them too.
And, each has had a long wait,
Like her, for that someone,
Who would come and satiate.

How Long

.

How Long the night Suspends my Waiting;

How dark the jet of midnight falls,

Shadows Begetting Shadows,

The Shallow Expanse

.

In the Shallow Expanse of Time

Turning within

A Wheel within a Wheel

Adorning Roses !!

Roses blush in hushed sunset apricot.

Roses waken a lemon – yellow dawn.

Awaken Me

She walked outside the air sacristy quiet

The sky as black as a devils soul

Bulging heavy and foreboding

Sooty clouds churned and rolled

Buckling with aqueous weight

She hugged herself tight

Tick Tock

Sleep eludes me

Staring into blackness

The darkness a cavern

Vast oppressive

Emptiness engulfing me

Battering my soul

At sea on a rudderless boat

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black words, white paper
black shadow, white snow

The Walls

The lover in me
Has faded
The lover in me
Is nowhere to be found
She is bound

Karmic Flow

 

 

Who loves me not

Who loves me so

The deep intake of breath

The instant spark that left its mark

Fluttering butterflies in my depth

The forward sweep the backward leap

Could I give into this

His eyes shone bright would I take flight

I wavered on the abyss

Loneliness

Loneliness adds to the beauty and colours of life

In music blissful tunes invite you to trance

Spooning the notes, sorrow begins it’s sweet dance

Loneliness is the language for expressing the pain

Feeling unwanted  uncared for names yelled in vain

Wearing a cloak of darkness a poverty of self

Neglected alone on an old dusty shelf

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In the quiet of the
Night
It visits me
Taking possession,
Driving me towards
Others,
While my fears
Drag me away

Poetry Challenge: Christmas

Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.
 
 

A sobering thought

Can I ask your indulgence for just a mo?
and to picture a scene with me?
It’s cold and it’s started snowing
And down there, close to the sea
There’s an empty bus shelter and an old cardboard box
And a man on a bench looking grim
Do you remember that day when you were shopping in town
Can you not remember him?

Waiting

She is a flower blossoming in his sunshine.
Beautiful in spring bud she is perfect,
But she does not know it.
He is blind to it.
And only outstretched in his warm rays does she feel it.

Cancer of the Soul

I see me now,
And reflect on a time when
Once lost ,
Needing to be found again

I see those years,
Just a walk on part
On the stage
Of my life
In a house I occupied,
But where I did not
Live
In a bed I slept,
But did not
Dream