Gloomy eyes.(Cinquains#4)

Her eyes,

gloomy and black,

caged in her abstract world,

follows me like some trail of long,

shadows.


Her eyes,

pair of black holes,

feeds on my cells like leeches,

sprawled between my brows and scrapes my

reasons.


Her eyes,

with injured stare,

makes me ponder about,

my unknown crimes and follows me,

everywhere.


Her eyes,

pair of black pearls,

reins my heart and it’s veins,

chains that I hate to love but still,

I love.


Her eyes,

gloomy but dry,

makes me tear and I cry.

I cry in dreary rain because,

I love.


I try,

to shake her soul,

but invisible strings

between her eyes and mine sucks my,

own soul.


~Mayuri Srivastava~

Gloomy eyes is the poem about how it feels to love a person who is sad and stuck in his or her own gloomy world.

It’s difficult to love a person who is sad and suffering from depression. We feel hurt because we love , because we want our loved ones to be happy, because we want our loved ones to see the hope . Watching them die every minute haunts us back. There are days when we want to be free but how can we ? when we love so much .

It’s hard to love without being affected by their sadness and not everyone is strong enough. The best way is to seek for help when needed.

I wrote this poem using Sadje’s prompt.

Click on the link below to see the prompt.

https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/151350456/posts/51240

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