A helpless tempo struggles to perfect the composition it plays.

O humming and listening moment!
My whining voice wants to complain to you.
The deep howlings didn't pay any attention
to their bitter sobs and yelling.

I did not sing any song today.
But the chants and a warm song were ringing their inflections into my ears.

O virtuosic singer,
I recalled your conversation which you had with sadness last night!
Sadness asked you to leave its way, and you told sadness to go away from your heart.
Is this a way to open your heart?

I think I have forgotten to sing!
My heart feels remorseful for not being able to feel
the lyrical beauty of the connecting matters!

A missing companionship has the urge to sing out its dulcitude heart and a wholehearted esteem version to save some love.

O devoted aural artist!
I have felt your notation clearly in my heart like a sunlike visible light!
But my heart is not singing today, and I do not want to forget singing either!
©️shivpoetesspriya

A favorite song is declaring its cadencing hope!


O broken-hearted!
Don't be saddened by the wording of your song!
Not all your skies are grey.

It is not according to your heart that the
outcome and influences settle for their peace!
Neither do they are enough for the one's phasing devastation.

In the room of ingenuous wonderment,
There is a little glint of light and a warm heart. I don't want darkness to win. For a while, tears can stay back instead of falling off!

Do you know a subtle thing about these teary eyes?
They seem to hope for the affection of your remedying voice.

In a song, I always want to know from the tears, their emotions!
And they have sung it too!

Do I want to separate its tune?
No!
I don't want to challenge an innocent, lowest-pitched string of tuning.
It is true.
You have indeed left me alone to sing the song by myself!
You have left me alone by closing your eyes and making me feel you still see me!
Where is my heart now?
It is busy and immersed in crying!

Sometimes all one can have is the rhythmic expansion and contracting of sadness for moving on!

It is a mega feeling when you own the voice. It is little more than just including it in our life.
Although there is a readiness of vocables to fill the empty spaces in the rhythm of this song, this tending and coloring sorrow will change too!
It is also true.
A song is just a song!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Poetizing side of critiquing light!

The poets write.
They love their decisiveness.
If the literature has to rank according to the involvement of their motives, then creativity, which is amicable, can imagine itself to have the sentence to death.

Any series of limitations can rage but can't stop anyone. Let the independent commemoration treat its principles with the verses of love.

Those are diligently committed to coordination for rising poetically.
They will contribute their lyricism of heart.
©shivpoetesspriya

O Halfheartedness!
Are you the only emotion left in me?
O Nonchalant!
Why do you worry while singing?
O Unstirred!
Would you tell me you don't like pausing in between and leaving the song half sung?
O despairing heart, haven't you acquired this temporary state of feelings only to accommodate inconsolableness later?

The heart is whining and sadly blind. Such is the condition of the internal space of the wound, yet to heal!

Tell me, don't you wish to sing your deep feelings?
I am eagerly waiting to feel your grace in the realm of brokenness!
I am waiting for that unique tone to come out in its most intriguing and attributing way. It is the distinctive quality of getting absorbed in the pitch of a song!

I know my heart is constantly trying to acquire different milestones of emotions now.
My weepy gaze is on the brink of falling off and moving past their tearfulness.

I know the acoustical provinces of bass can feel my heart, and this time they changed their discourse of the tune and sang the song with a little different emotion.

Tell me, O susceptible, isn't my heart less gloomy now?

©️shivpoetesspriya

O, syllables of a lovely song.
You are the charmed expression of the meaning of words of a given song.
The beautiful referent in the lyrics travels alongside the rhythmic tune of the song.
And like a well-expressed graphic, it conveys the feeling and nature of the song with separate insight into our emotions.

I hold on to its meaning, for crying out the different versions of my heart.
The melancholia of the song is absorbed in its tune and pitch!
I tend to sing it happily, and by crying despite the concerned tonality, the weak brimming tears hold back half of the tune.

The miserable foley artist inside me, which is on advancement for enjoying the sources of musical genre, remains on edge to shape the inner quality of concentration and the draining attitude!
It tries to make the challenge easier by letting the crying red nose remind me if hyphenation is possible while singing,
I can sing the tune while crying through my throat and letting the teary layovers pour out!
Similarly, crying and running nose reminds me that if hyphenation is not required,
I can sing the song with my agonizing heart for its reasoning!

The crying failed achievement of composition allows the heart of patching attention of foley artist to empathize with the theory of syllables.

And so, thankfully, somehow, I learn to feel the eagerness of the song at heart!
©️shivpoetesspriya

A friended stroll of my buried emotions!

The chest voice is still coping
with the straining quality of an inner alto.

O sense of high pitch,
have you forsaken your hope
to use the support of love for crooning quality.

Did I miss you in singing the pyramid of my emotions?
Or didn't I feel you in the supporting system of the
sweet notes and their perfect harmony?

I can't read you in the crimped edge of my thought process.
And this roots in the inner reasoning of having frustration.

The repetition of musical forms and
their fade out seems to be attractive.
But tell me,
What stage comes after the little more careful stage?
I see the embers of spark reflecting the feelings of your eyes.

The feelings movingly remind me of a sealed fate.
The sealed fate has to deal with
Your oasis eyes,
Your fire eyes.

I get a little hint from my budding self-analysis mode.
And I think it is okay not to use perfect antonyms
and synonyms while singing.
©️shivpoetesspriya

The rhythm had an outlined urge.
It was shining differently onto me and
wanted to engulf me in a different world
with some overwhelming memory!

The safe point is You!
The love point is You!
I don't want to give up my
motivating direction and focus on You!

The rhythm is attractive and soulful.
It allows me to tiptoe into the delicacy and
pulls me away into its memory!
The helplessness in me is charmed
by the deeply grasping tone and the vocal melody.
It is eventually leading me to sing the song without feeling any love!

So the tuneless tears flow out of me!
They flow with their tuneless fate of emptiness!
©️shivpoetesspriya