Lost in my thoughts
thinking about you,
displaying sign of SOS
waiting for the rescue.
Why am I so restless
churning up and down,
something vital is lost
so precious like a crown.
Have you stolen the colours
of rain clouds on the fly,
or the glow of the morning sun
rising up in the sky.
The spring flowers
are looking for their colours,
and the butterflies too now
searching them for hours.
And I keep waiting for you
my heart misses a beat,
as the heart sinks deep
seems like there is no treat.
The thin thread of hope
how long will take so much load
on which the life is hanging
is one of the blessings of God.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The condition of the heart of lover when one's love is away, non responsive or showing apathy....... one of the most prevalent and most experienced conditions of the human heart. One is unable to feel the nice weather, usable to see the colours in flowers or the beauty in the butterflies...... everything has been taken away with one's thought concentrating on one's love......Let's keep the hope alive.....
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Comments1
simply beautiful! thanks for sharing
(whichever 'God'
grants you this anchor
to Nature's, sublime
affords you a wonderful gift
to utilise and overcome
'those bumps'
in our day to day, struggle
to distil, hope and beauty
from so much
strife and ugliness, in life..)
stay strong
and remain kind, to All
dear Poet!
Thank you for the kind wishes...... all poets are friends in the realm of thought and rhythm....I understand longings in love, not as pain but as an essential condition to make it deeper, stronger and with the power to alter our personality. So the love is great, but with the absence of the muse, it is not lost but it stays in the thought world. I hope if we could convey just this to people who are yet to experience both the pangs and pleasures of love, a lot of suffering, misunderstanding and pain can be relieved.
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