I measure every Grief I meet

I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.

I wonder if They bore it long –
Or did it just begin –
I could not tell the Date of Mine –
It feels so old a pain – 

I wonder if it hurts to live –
And if They have to try –
And whether – could They choose between –
It would not be – to die – 

I note that Some – gone patient long –
At length, renew their smile –
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil – 

I wonder if when Years have piled –
Some Thousands – on the Harm –
That hurt them early – such a lapse
Could give them any Balm – 

Or would they go on aching still
Through Centuries of Nerve –
Enlightened to a larger Pain –
In Contrast with the Love – 

The Grieved – are many – I am told –
There is the various Cause –
Death – is but one – and comes but once –
And only nails the eyes – 

There’s Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –
A sort they call “Despair” –
There’s Banishment from native Eyes –
In sight of Native Air – 

And though I may not guess the kind –
Correctly – yet to me
A piercing Comfort it affords
In passing Calvary – 

To note the fashions – of the Cross –
And how they’re mostly worn –
Still fascinated to presume
That Some – are like my own –

⁃Emily Dickinson

 

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Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

⁃Emily Dickinson

Runway

You wanna run away,
but I am just trying to help you get answer.
More you wanna detach from all,
More I wanna help you there.
You wonder where you stand,
and I wanna stand together no matter where you stand.

Let’s not run away
because, dreams are shattering.
Hopes are shaking,
Visions are blurry and
You are no where near
and I wanna be there together no matter how far or near.

So let us not run away,
even when heaven mess.
Let us walk together,
all the way long and far,
because that is where we are belong,
and I wanna be there together no matter how runway is far and long.

 

Oh My Silly Dear!

He’s so warm and admirable,
yet he is sad.
He’s so soulful and lost,
yet he tries his the best.

Always saying no one
will understand him,
Always saying no one
will ever love him,
Always saying no one
will be with him,
and yet when somebody tells him
that they love him,
he escapes and hides.

Oh Dear!
They love you,
I love you,
you just don’t love yourself,
to protect and love your love.

Running away

I wanna hide again for so many reasons,

So many reasons that I fear of

Bottled up my thoughts, feelings and just walked away

B’coz I am not stronger and able to look at you just that way

Looking at you and smiling at you

Hurts me even more and puts me in pain

Hence I wanna hide again

Running away with an empty heart

A heart that now stuffed with “If only, if only and if only”.