A Malignant Grief


My world now has changed,
Wrapping me with borrowed gleams: short-ranged,
To have my pains unnoticed and the cries unheard.

Smiles are uncharmed and desires are disarmed,
Nights are moonless and days are without lights,
Chats are without pats with happiness under the mats,
Subdued and colourless are the scarce dreams,
Without a hint of any existent gleams.

This is a woeful and malignant grief,
And I cannot explain it in brief.
It’s more like beating a dead horse,
Because I know I can only remorse.

(17th November 2010)
Adopted from my previously written poem ‘A World Without You’ (13th April 2008),
the then my own favorite and still so close to my heart.

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**This post is for Thursday Poets Rally Week 34 Poem Post.
**For week 35 I nominate Dan Roberson for the Perfect Poet Award.
Thank you very much Jingle for this award! I accept this with a lot of Happiness! 🙂
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60 thoughts on “A Malignant Grief

  1. Well caught!
    I shifted to writing in English only in 9th… that was because I wanted to share my ideas with more and different kinds of people living all around the world. Since then the thoughts of shifting back to writing in Kannada have always caught my mind. But honestly, I’m devoid of all that ‘shabdabandara’ it demands, and it would take time to start from the scratch. I’m not saying I wont, but I’m not sure about if I would do it… We’ll wait and see 🙂

    • poems flow out specially when you are short of a channel to express things, or when the things are too heavy to be expressed in normal channels…
      sadness is such an occasion…
      thanx 🙂

  2. Happy Rallying!

    This is so emotional for me, as I relate on many levels. Your word choices are real, poetic…yet human and raw. Touching and absorbing. I see why this is close to you…I have one of the same as my entry. Blessings.
    Kellie

  3. I really, REALLY like this poem. To start off with, I love the title. These lines are filled with a forlorn power:
    “Nights are moonless and days are without lights,
    Chats are without pats with happiness under the mats,”

    And also the last stanza sums it up perfectly. Nice work!

  4. “…This is a woeful and malignant grief,
    And I cannot explain it in brief….” A part of love that need be savored, in deed. Welcome dear Kindred Spirit.

  5. Grief is a disease I have to fight daily in my practice.
    I simply don’t relish allowing grief to get malignant.
    Malignancy of any sort is a dreaded word in medicine as it is related to cancer.
    You have described it very smartly.

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