I don’t know what I’m doing or where I stand
before these waves on this forlorn strand
will the waters inundate me and make me flow
or the wind push me away with its aerial force?
Lost in this giant abyss and life’s unbearable heat
I long for the shade, the faraway streets
exhausted beyond endurance, suffered beyond suffering
lone, melancholy, a troubled, broken thing…
Water, carry me now, or Earth, swallow me whole
Fire, leave no traces behind, when to the Air, you let me go…
Β© Isha Garg
Gorgeous imagery! “I long for the shade, the faraway streets…”
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Thank you SPF!
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You are welcome π
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As I said for the last one, your words flow like Silk. Pure. Shimmering. Searing. This poem especially reminds me of my numerous travels….
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You always come up with humbling and heartfelt comments. I’m so glad it took you back to your travels! I love poems that remind me of moments too.
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Hey Isha! I nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award!!!
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Thank you Lalitha, and hearty congratulations on your nomination!
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Marvelling at this, Isha!
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Thank you so much, Kunal!
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This is so beautifully expressed ……. A few emotions are difficult to put to words ….you have done a marvelous job. Bravo
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How sweet of you! Thank you Sakshi!
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Always a pleasure π
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Wonderfully profound with great imagery!
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Thanks so much, Malcolm!
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As always my pleasure !
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The last stanza is gut wrenching, the ultimate surrender… makes me appreciate every single gasp of air that counts down to the last. Poetry is a word conglomerate, but heartfelt poetry like this makes me contemplate life and itβs very meaning. Bravo dear Ishu!πΈππππΈ
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This was almost not posted because I thought it too simple and abstract, Diana! This was heartfelt indeed… Sometimes such poetry is an outlet for me and its effect therapeutic. I always look forward to what you have to say, with love and gratitude ππβ€
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Writing is the best therapy … well maybe second best after a bubble bath with a tray of delectable chocolate truffles nearby …. ππ«π My dear friend, jokes aside… to write is to live fully! πΉπππ
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“To write is to live fully” YES, YES, and YES β€π the bubble bath therapy does sound more effective, with perhaps a volume poetry to read π
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This is beautiful πΉπ
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Thank you willowdot! π
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You are gifted, Isha!
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What powerful words. Thank-you dear lady π
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MAGIC ISHA, CHINA
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Thanks, China!
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I long for the shade, the faraway streets.. what a lovely line, this poem may be short but its impression on the reader is not so. The imagery and the ending lines seem to be coming out of someone who is indeed suffering beyond redemption.
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This poem was indeed written straight from the heart with no heed to images and rhyme, and somehow ended up garnering such praise from wonderful writers like yourself! Thank you ESP!
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Straight from the poet’s heart, says it all!
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Profound and compelling! I love it, dear Isha! β€οΈπ
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Thank you, Winnie β€
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Youβre welcome, Isha! πβ€οΈ
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Incredible use of the elements to describe what life does to us! Beautifully written!
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Thank you so much, Susi!
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You’re welcome!
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My God. One after another. Don’t want to put pressure on you, but your compose one beasuty after another. This was wonderful. Sigh. Loved it from start to finish; but the second stanza resonated with me, especially the line: I long for the shade, the faraway streets.
Wonderful.
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Oh I’m so glad Drew! Your comments are always so heartfelt and therefore, all the more cherished. I’m saddened that you relate to that paragraph.. This was written in one of my lowest moments recently – that line, I relate to most too. In fact, it was the first line I wrote.. Then created the poem around it.
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Oh, I am so happy you said that about how you compsed this. I write most of my poems after composing the finalk line first. Then, I work my way backwards.
This poem was soulful. It really touched me. And that is what a great poet does.
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Wow! Such a fascinating thing to share! I have done that too with a couple of poems.
Oh I’m over the moon with your hearty praises!
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Well done! The words here are so well chosen, each like a rare precious gem for an amulet to behold.
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Thank you so much, Kunal!
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
It’s as if nature is speaking for us in this piece. Enjoy the imagery, revel in the emotions!
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Thank you, Susi!
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My pleasure! π
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I can feel it! Amazing
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Very grateful, Shivangi. Thank you for your passionate words.
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you created a complete visual simultaneously
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Very very beautiful.
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