Eight Months

 Eight months

On the scorching slope of waiting,

Unstable I stand

On the precipice of perplexity.

My heart, a pendulum,

Sways between the mysteries

You left behind.

My mind fails to be as brilliant as Sherlock's

To solve them all.

My soul, with weary sighs,

Anguishes the ear.

Laments your absence

In silence and despair.

Tell me how I shouldn't yearn

for one who is absent,

Leaving no traces to follow?

Eight months

I have been praying for your return

Yet alas! alas!

All failed! The fervent prayers

Never bring you back to me

Your absence tortured me

Till I could bear no more

So I found solace in weeping

And wailing before dawn.

I often sat for hours gazing

Down at your picture till I

Found peace and drank your beams which I

imprisoned in until the morning comes.

I sought you, in the misty hill on the Earth

and among the breezeless Air

Up in the cheerless Heaven and down

In the burning Hell.

Yet alas! alas! All in vain.

A flood of despair filled my

Bosom with gloom and wail

A gush of tears invaded my

Eyes, stirring my heart

with agony and grief.

Eight months,

I have been toiled with pain and woe,

In the dark dungeon and in the shining room

Who could know how

My heart felt such pain and one day would

dance to joy?

At last,

After Eight Month

On a shimmering day in July

My world regained its light

With its Sun shining high

Slowly, it climbed the sky,

Fairly spreading its golden strands

Until it kissed the ground.

So I sat alone and saw the gathered birds

loaded with joy and delight.

And I heard the scattered butterflies giggling

With merry laughs and cheerful tones.

Finally, I saw how glorious is the colors

Of the landscape

Every green leaf glistens with the melting dew

And the wide sky adorned with the velvet clouds.

Before, my world was dark as a tomb; 

Now it's an unimaginable bloom!

shining more and more.


Yet we cannot escape fate's hurtful touch

the Sun, waveless, set uttering no words.

Its last rays were too cold!

It's all over I've known it all.

It will not shine any more.

All the landscape around were concealed in grey

I saw how dry the trees had grown

And how sadly the flowers bloomed

And how the long grass quivered in the sighing wind.

And I sat alone, and wondering

how coldly, bleakly, and dreary

the Sun was when it shed the parting shades

It almost broke my heart to behold

such a dreadful view.

But I knew Time and Distance had wildly altered It.

And I must accept the Truth.

Hopless I am now, swaying between remorse and

disappointment.

But I have nothing only waving by my hands

And uttering these lines;

Farewell to whom my soul yearned for.

Farewell to whom my heart refused to forget,

Thought it pierced me to Death

this the is the last suffering I'll feel because of You

And the last poem I dedicated to.