Missing

by Meena Krish   Dec 23, 2013


Missing from my sight
the only one who can see through
my unwilling laughs
reach out and
tame the clouds that brew,

one who has sculpted an
image of us with love and tears
left me...
like a stranger in a crowd
unowned, to face lonely years;

Missing from my life
those open arms where
my stubborn rain yields
for comfort...
an unbreakable shield,

now every problem
every obstacle
which whirls my way
treks a colorless autumn,

She who was my world,
my comforter,
my peace
speaks no more
leaving in me white pearls
to pour.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Sincuna

    Is this for your mother, missing?

    I read this as a heartbreaking poem full of void and sadness. The part that gets me (besides the ending):

    one who has sculpted an
    image of us with love and tears
    left me...
    like a stranger in a crowd
    unowned, to face lonely years

    ^ like a stranger in a crowd, unowned, - this could candidate as one of the saddest lines. To be unowned means to not only lose a loved one, but to lose parents, forerunners.

    And the ending, so haunting and frighteningly sad. Great work here.

  • 10 years ago

    by Mohan

    You said she is the only person could see your unwilling laugh, I think it means you are in some unlike situations.
    she only understands everything about u.
    missing some one like this is very painfull for evreyone
    I also like the way you describe the colorless autumn.
    This is sad and wonderful poem meena.

  • 10 years ago

    by Everlasting

    The ending stanza got me, it really sank in me. Though crying and letting the sadness flow is a good thing, it helps. Take care.

  • 10 years ago

    by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko

    This is full of sadness and longing... One of the saddest things in life is missing the one who means a lot to you... The one you can't live without... 5/5

    --- MKKK

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