Surely a piece of me died back then,
Least I faced after it is physical pain,
Like needless needles it was stinging,
All I managed was writing a poem.
Not a regular poet but an enthusiast,
Within me someone happy had died,
I started embalming the dear & dead,
Only hoping that I shall be revived..
My dying song gave birth to a poem,
Heart for the poem healed my heart,
The poem was truly a miracle for me,
Nothing less than a potion of elixir...
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Surely a piece of me died back then,
Least I faced after it is physical pain,
Like needless needles it was stinging,
All I managed was writing a poem.
Not a regular poet but an enthusiast,
Within me someone happy had died,
I started embalming the dear & dead,
Only hoping that I shall be revived..
My dying song gave birth to a poem,
Heart for the poem healed my heart,
The poem was truly a miracle for me,
Nothing less than a potion of elixir...
A tribute to myself and my poem 'Angel?' that healed my heart after the inglorious accident on May 7, 2010 crippled my life permanently.
Please refer to my poem 'Angel?' @ http://hellopoetry.com/poem/265976/angel/ and its comments for connecting with the story of this poem.
I also wrote a novel called '7 Seconds' whose eBook is available @ http://www.amazon.in/Seconds-Typical-Guy-Not-Life-ebook/dp/B00MYY0DMA and writing the novel I got redemption from the ghosts of loneliness I had to tackle unwantedly after my accident had fractured my degree apart from robbing me of all the friendships I had fostered.
My HP Poem #726
©Atul Kaushal
