“They considered me fey for choosing tears,
As ink, to write tales of melancholy;
Regardless of their spiteful flinty jeers,
With tears, I penned my sorrowful story.
A script, ghastly pale in hue, it appears;
Yet is filled with conviviality.
For sorrow, truly, is warm as it nears
A sincere heart brimming with empathy.
Vibrant colours spring forth from dreary ink;
An ink through which my thoughts flow candidly.
Out of pity, or in sorrow, eyes blink
Tears; hoping to quench fires of tragedy.
Silence plays a mournful, sonorous beat;
Humming songs sweeter than the sweetest tweet.”
01.12.2013 Written by Syed Umr Iftikhar Ahmed.
Artwork Details: “Sorrow” by kxeron (DeviantArt); Image Source: Click Here!
“Blindfolded, I stand on a hilltop,
Blindfolded, you stand on another.
My lips, they have been sewn together,
Your ears, they can not hear my prayers.
Our minds, They behold the same visions,
Our minds, They hear others’ afflictions.
My heart, it yearns to reach out to yours.
My soul, It learns to reach out to you.”
Written: 7th September 2012.