Sunset - October, 1991
A long time ago, there was a young girl, in love with a boy who said he loved her but can not marry her for reasons not known. The girl was sad, disappointed and angry at being rejected and knew she must learn to deal with it. It was one evening in the month of October she stood on the lakeside and wrote these words…
The sun sets
in the west
as usual
and I long
for a sight of it.
Lost in the hustle bustle of
the crowded metropolis
I watch
the sky as
it starts to bleed
behind the lake
and turns pale grey
I try to Ignore
busy myself
to bury the pain
and find it right inside
while it is dark outside.
I lay sleepless
tossing and turning
wanting and yearning
the bridal red
not a bleeding soul.
Lovely photograph…lovely words. “Lovely” is such an overused word. I think the word I want may be “sensitive”. Will let you know when I find an even better one.
Thanks Deponti. Long time…
The feeling of poignancy and loneliness is perfectly conveyed…
Thank you – one tries
Cannot be Ambazari! Exotic! BTW: We have moved on ever since , hav’nt we????. Anyway worth the nostalgia
It is Ambhazari
I took several photos of the same evening and of course we have moved on – long ago!!!
FWIW That was not me
I wouldn’t have got over it and moved on if it was you
The poem is so touching and i like it so much, no kidding..
Well if I ma depressed I usually do this things, writing poems, listening to music.. wrting songs anything that would relieve the pain