If you shut out the windows of the heart
Pall of gloom will engulf every corner
Forever searching with weakened vision
Whom shall you rely on to find a path?
You are bereft of any companion
As you allow none to enter your seclusion
Denying the soul of light, withering away
Gradually pushing you into oblivion
As all your sense are misdirected in gloom
Even your shadow will be forgotten
If you wish to live in eternal state of darkness

My gums are bleeding;
I've brushed too hard.
Because my words,
Were much too harsh.
And it seems to me
That I'm trying to scrub them away.
And I'm praying that they will not
Stay.

I swallowed the sun,
Because I wanted to be light.
But I followed the moon,
Because I missed the balance.

We are all painters
Holding a color palette
Conceiving a painting
It’s how we mix the colors
Depending on our imagination
Whether we paint happiness
Or scenes of saddened gray
Situations yield the paintings
Sometimes splashing all colors
Or else black colors gloom
Universe has mostly dark energy
Yet, we have found our colors
To paint our abode, we inhabit
No matter, colors of joy and sorrow
We celebrate all colors
We are all painters, wielding the brush
To create new colors of hope

Dense, dreary clouds roll
Drenched under the grey, I watch
Gloom bring forth new life.

A darkness, the gloaming,
Passes through the hill
Terminating summer
And the remainder of our laughter

Now I halt at the ****** of my tracks—
Awaiting, anticipating, yearning for the best
The best has passed!
Or perhaps was never intended

Not for now, not this fall,
Not ever, at least for me—
Should I accept that?
Or never lapse under the weight

The weight of autumn,
Jubilation evanesced
Apperception of edging expiry
The beginning of absolute rest

A failed romance,
Deteriorated to the end
And leaves you ruminating,
“What could have been…"

Today feels like November.
Not quite the festive November, however the post exams should-be-happiness may be causing a
small sense of internal gladness, 
but the November which
foreshadows-  Time's eerie hourglass is long and hangs in the gloom
and you wonder 
where the light is.

The frozen heart of the maiden
As the burning flame is smothered
And trampled upon, by her lover
Every tear drop that falls on her *****
Quietly drains out the love, she once had
As her heaven within, turns to quietude
There is no music playing from the flute
Only solitude has cast a spell of gloom
Clouding her heart from the sunshine
Leaving her with nothing, but pall of gloom
She can’t feel any love in her frozen heart, again*




© Amitav (Radiance)