lost to these sorrows, my mind,
I have to embrace this pain,

in them, my true friend I find.
how to surrender, to pain;

she, my trusted guide, and blind
I shall follow, trusting pain.

when forgotten, she reminds,
how obsessed I am with pain

and slashes my throat, how kind.
mutely gasp, enjoy this pain,

she lives in me, gloom rewinds;
how wonderful is this pain.

her touch, like cold steel, I find,
excites me, I wait for pain

as her nails claw, with ropes bind.
viable for growth, this pain,

she makes me slay joys once lined
her lips curl, I writhe in pain.

dead to obsessions, L’s mind
living, yet dead, with this pain.

One Single Impression , Three Word Wednesday

Β© Leo (20th August, 2011)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

36 thoughts on “Pain..”

  1. This is a remarkable different view to pain. Embrassing and coming to terms with pain is enduring through it.
    Something I have not quite been able to do.

    in them, my true friend I find.
    how to surrender, to pain;

    she, my trusted guide, and blind
    I shall follow, trusting pain.

    when forgotten, she reminds,
    how obsessed I am with pain

    Seems in your poem you are at the point of laughing at pain. Been there myself. Pain is an entity onto itself whether physical or emotional. I hope I understood this correctly. Being able to feel, even if it is pain, it is still a feeling. Very complex poem. Thank you for posting and having me stop to think about this.

    • I can’t laugh at pain, though it does come to a stage where I do feel like doing so. Maybe I can laugh with her.. Thank you for liking it and stopping by after your thoughts!

  2. Pain indeed is very complex…and you express it most beautifully Leo….
    Especially loved the last line.. “Living, yet dead, with this pain”

  3. I still haven’t been able to really come to terms with my own personal pain since the last one year…maybe someday…but I don’t think I will ever be able to properly.

    Wonderfully written…but I don’t think the reason behind writing this is at all wonderful.

  4. I could feel your struggle to pain and befriending pain…
    I guess it is much better embracing pain than struggling to veer away with pain…
    Life is…seasoned with so much pain!

    Very nice rendition Leo, I wished this is not you! Just words that flowed in your heart and mind…

  5. I live with this pain each and everyday. Some of it done by others, some of it by myself. Sometimes the depression leaves you with so many things that u really don’t know anything anymore.

  6. Masochistic…Dard bhari ghazal Leo filled with sadistic pleasures, πŸ™‚
    Rongte khade kar diye tumhne, Dilko dhukha diya πŸ™‚
    but I like the ending lines,
    man ko zinda rakha hai phir bhi, mara pada hoon maine πŸ™‚
    You have experimented well with this self inflicting and self destructing emotion in your attempt at an English Ghazal!! πŸ™‚

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  7. SO powerful, Leo! and how often does it seem pain is required for us to grow? is it really? i don’t know, but that’s the way my growth has happened. this is stunning! β™₯

    • Yes, pain is essential to grow, and it is needed to not let pain taken negatively. Patience isn’t everyone’s virtue I know, but I feel it should be.. πŸ™‚ Thanks Dani.

  8. pain is a part of the journey…i think some of my greatest growths have comes from it..a little scary when you long for the pain though…smiles. ghazal?

    • Yes, Brian, pain does help in growth πŸ™‚ And I think it’d be more appropriately called “attempt at ghazal”? πŸ˜‰

  9. I agree with TheMsLvh’s comment above. Pain has so many shades and levels and your poem managed to condense all of that into beautiful lines. Thank you.

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