Grief is like a perennial stream that flows unaffected, as the layers of glacier that sit within our hearts get thicker each moment. The tunnels of thawed emotions struggle to find a passage, which is often blocked by outside influence – by our own family members and friends. Their words of sympathy try to plug the bleeding holes, little knowing that some cracks are permanent; they can’t be darned. I’ve tried to give vent to my frozen feelings in these poems.
Shocked beyond words at the sudden demise of my husband, I found refuge in poetry. With a choked throat and numb lips, I sat shivering. Alone, unable to speak.
Tears flowed when I wrote these poems; they continued to flow when I read them again and again to check for any errors. Now they lurk around the rims of my eyes, the heaviness in the heart has not decreased; the emptiness in the pit of my stomach makes me shudder even now, after almost a year of being alive without him.
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Dear friends and blogger buddies, thank you for reading my poems though they’ve taken a turn into dark alleys but I promise to emerge from them, one day.
Balroop Singh.
Emotional Shadows 