The Solitary Weeper

My venture in to blogging side kicked along with it another interest too. Writing poems - Yet another channel to let my madness flow through.

' The Solitary Weeper '

In a distant land, sitting to himself

A young lad’s teary eyes glossy, cold

Lay transfixed at the distant horizon

Motionless and lost in the tranquility of nature

Perturbed by his sudden outburst of tears,

Resting birds fluttered away cooing, cawing;

Wailing only louder in his hoarse baritone

Impulsively kicked the ground hard

Tears rolling down, sore eyes,

Clenched fist and pearly teeth baring

Muttered to his self

Uncanny and broken words

Concealed behind a tender foliage

I yearned to know, ‘What‘d happened! ‘

May be a heartbreak, shattered dreams

Or a fall out with dear ones

For sure, none can help him out

Takes sands of time to get over

Though etched deep in one’s heart

I knew he’d be better!

It ain’t new, I’d been through this

Fairly conversant I were of those

Life ain’t all that easy

Better tide over a good share of trails and tribulations

Making up my mind, quickly retreated

Through the overgrown heath

Treaded the same way back

Got in the crammed tram

I’d be gone forever-

A spider caught in its own web!

So shall the forlorn solitary weeper

With a mended heart,  out of his blues.