Sunday, May 15, 2011

Weight of Sorrow


Oh,
To have this sadness tied around my neck.
Pulling at my tendons 
until 
I’m broken into two.
Snap. 
Into two.
If I could just 
pin it to this roadside,
much like a milestone on a highway.
If I could just pin it down here
and 
never have to pass by it again.

4 comments:

the critics said...

nice...ur works are fictitious i know but why is it holds a sad lone touch always to it

Shilpa Nair said...

Yep, they are completely fictitious......but they come out sad. In Real life, I make people smile n laugh with my clownish stand-up comedian stuff, but somehow I do have to find a way to make people cry. N so here they are! My writings and my paintings....Hahahaha....I should be living in SoHo, London :)

Leo said...

That's sad.. it maybe fictitious, but yeah, very sad.. Hmm...

Shilpa Nair said...

Hmmm.....I do it again, the wailing mourning grieving woman in black and her writing ;)