Melancholy

By Mohit Kumar

I sat there looking at the trolley,

You brought around gently, the 

Feelings of emotions silently that

Still warm my heart, relieving me 

From the hurt that still permeates me

Gently Caressing my eyes, my eyelids 

Still wait for the canvassing that 

My soul needs, the dry lips that my 

Throat reads, the beads of my love

Being worthy that you once sowed in

My lonely heart, I gently accepted 

You in all your glory, 

Yet, you left me seething in anger,

I have nothing left inside me but agony,

My heart still bleeds for you even though

You left me only with melancholy,

I wrote your name on a sonnet,

You truly made me fly like a hornet,

Your trust was in my vague sentences,

You thrust me  with your true utterances.

I ran astray from the path I wanted,

I moved my heart merrily which was

Earlier shunted to feelings and emotions,

My thoughts and prayers which 

I once hated, i waited for your presence,

I sat with bated breath, hoping to 

Catch you by your essence, i gently 

Whispered to find some sense, I silently

Tempered my expectations in penance,

I intently listened to your memories,

I vehemently opposed my emotions,

I have nothing left inside me but agony,

My heart still bleeds for you even though

You left me only with melancholy,

Now, I call your name with hesitancy.

I moved on from the teary eyes,

Leaving me swollen, my feelings 

Sunken looking at the past tidings which 

Once held me back, I yelled for peace but

I found myself toiled by your love 

That is at a cease from your 

Veiled indications that are as 

Slippery as molten cheese.

I felt myself freed from you,

I was no longer afraid of you,

I was no longer  laid for you,

I gelled well with the milieu of life,

I quelled well with the tableau of strife,

I travelled into the litany of a lie that 

I lived through my existence with agony,

I shooed away those emotions which 

Made me feel like a phoney, the 

Story doesn't make sense to me,

Yet I live through the gory details,

Bereft of a smidgen of worry,

I find myself worthy of this journey,

I truly lived a life without a care 

For the jury,

I moved away from a life of melancholy

I had nothing left inside me but agony,

My heart still bleeds for you even though

You left me only with melancholy,

Now, I call your name with hesitancy.

A life lived in agony is not worth

My time for pain is part of my history,

Now, I chime at life's miseries, the 

Disappointments I long bury,

I had nothing left inside me but agony,

My heart still bleeds for you even though

You left me only with melancholy,  

Now, I call your name with hesitancy.

By Mohit Kumar