Soliloquy of Sadness


Symphony of sounds futilely rushing through numb veins,

Smell of mud after the rain reminds of distant memoirs lost in pain.

Scrumptious savory food gone bland without  salt ,

Scintillating moonlight fills no love lorn vault .

Softly Blowing spring wind chills the wailing heart,

Serenity of the distant sun lit mountains reflects melancholy so stark.

Starry shining sky staring down dimming the hope,

Soft sea Sand in hands slipping away beautiful moments tied in tight tide ropes…

PS: This poem was written in one of my most morose moods, but it served its purpose right ! :)