emotions (1)- sorrow

This is a small series of poems i had written back in 2020. Never published it. Here's the first one, and probably my favourite. sorrowmy heart is heavyit gives out a shrill screama heart that's sadcan't rest, can't dreamthe tears flow downand the soul shrinksmy body is numband my mind cannot thinka dark cloud burstson…

law of life.

i see these happy faces in the picturea picture of my whole familyspanning 4 generations and 7 decadesindeed, a progressive cascade wives, brothers, mothers and grandsonsa lineage shared by everyonestories of love, light and laughterstories of mothers who were daughters i spot myself, back then i was younger sitting in the centre on the floorgrinning…

another breath

i walk down the streets and a shadow lurks behind i fear it to be a man with a filthy mind a man who might attack once leaving me with a lifetime of scars however it may take more than a lifetime to have that man behind bars. if i wear something too short i…

Captured. (a poem)

I opened my eyes and looked around It was dark, gloomy. I heard no sound I realised I was caged. Suddenly the wall beside me turned pink The wall to the left, yellow The others in blue and green ink They soon turned into monsters. I screamed for aid in vain These monsters were going…

Sunflower

The sun rose and so did I, Yawning, I drew apart the curtains The yellow of the sunflowers stunned me A spectacle of beauty it was for certain. The beautiful petals encircling That mass of black and brown The stems of green and leaves likewise Made it the most pleasant sight around. The enchanting aura…

Hands.

We have always been taught to hold hands and help anyone in need behave equally with every person irrespective of their race or creed. holding hands is a symbol of unity something necessary in this world of today 'walk together, hand in hand' is the cry together we all shall stay. united we stand, divided…

Undeserved.

"Where were you!?" Mom asked. I just kept mum, guilt became the sea in which I drowned Could I really reveal the truth? Or had she already found out? I chose not to answer at all As I gazed with shame at the mat below I couldn't meet eyes with Mom Her trust was broken,…

Same, yet different.

A day has 24 hours. All of us at the end call it a day. The day is the same, yet different for each and every person. A man may have lost his family. Or greeted death. A woman may have cried ecstatically while entering the blissful world of motherhood. Or come to terms with…

Masked

Masked beneath this face Is another countenance The face portrays smiles unfelt The one underneath silently cries One shows false belief While the other unseen, revolts The top portrays superficial dimples While the hidden bears the scarring assaults Because one is just a mask The other a vault Boxing feelings, memories, torture, untold. ©SannSpeaks™