The heartbreak and Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen sings waiting for the miracle

while I get a message

and my life gets broken

she says that she can’t fathom

knowing me and my foibles henceforth

the words war was my subconscious fallacy

I could not convey

that it was a different me

sitting in a lonely corner

of a heated parapet

while I said something

to terrify her trajectory, with me

and Cohen sings,

You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgments are severe

I didn’t have to say

What I said the other day

I didn’t have to measure up

my words to say something I did

all I did was trying to play safe

and I ended up hurting my space

I was some actor on a play

where the audience dreamt of a lost plot

The message was clear from her side

I am the bedrock of her hate

and I deserve the fate

of surreal accusations,

and the desolate acceptances

I don’t deserve her in the

notion of my life

which has more half-truths than fantasies

while I hear Cohen now

his sad verse cannot say or feel

what I feel, at this moment

I feel like letting go

She is not coming back

It is like that I am sitting by the ocean

that has suddenly turned silent

from a comic book

that I created in my childhood

the colours have all merged

into this truth

You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgments are severe

Comments

Rise with you

When the sun stretches its golden arms, and the morning whispers your name, I think of you, steady as the tide, warm as the hearth, a beacon in the quiet storm. Your laughter, a melody that dances through the chaos, a song I hum when the world grows heavy. Your spirit, unyielding, a tree rooted deep, its branches reaching for the infinite sky. In your presence, I am more. Not because you fill me, but because you remind me of the light I carry within. You are the mirror that reflects the beauty I often forget. Together, we are a symphony— not perfect, but alive, each note a testament to the joy of being seen, of being known. You are my safe harbour, my compass in the wild, my friend, my love, my vista And when the night falls, and the stars blink awake, I will rise with you not above, not below, but besides, always besides, in the quiet grace of this boundless love. And when the night descen...

On a special note (Haikus)

She crosses many paths And the Sun is down Her hands are curious Laughter reverberated with ease The sound of a window opening Sky is lit Love, an enigma She looks at her glasses Who is smiling now? Richness of the emotions The eyes look benign Realm of endless thoughts Great is the morning The book falls She touches her mind

The ballad of hazardous (or blissful) cascades of emotions

Sometimes the illusion of a happening happens sometimes the emotions roll over sometimes the pathogens of spilled over desire sabotages the pilgrimage of the heart sometimes it is good to divert attention towards the non-attentive nerves sometimes it is okay to be what we are sometimes it is really a exhilaration of the existential to be in those moments of rapture where time ceases to exist and you and me measure the moment through a deeper turmoil of being alive sometimes it is good to fall sometimes the brain functions paralyzes and the raw nerves get pricked up sometimes we gain our sanity by responding to the deep trance of the emotional and the physical Sometimes we need to paraphrase guilt when love envelopes our being, there is an absence of guilt and presence of something divine, something which cannot be deciphered, defined or even transferred to someone else's perspective What happened was something that would have happened in a dream Sometimes there is a n...

Sandeep Kulshrestha's Poetry

Search This Blog