When I Feel Like Crying

When I Feel Like Crying short poem

All alone sitting on the edge of my bed
My hands covering my face
A moment when I silently pray to be invisible
Moment when I feel like crying…

Not many, but yes there are few such moments
Appearing in front of me as ghosts of the past
Memories well hidden far away from the sound mind
Still sometimes I see them come
And conquer my thoughts,
Memories I long to cast away
Nibble my mind all day…
Slowly the toughness gives way
And tears flow unbounded
Reflection of a soul badly wounded…

I cry, I cry to myself
In the sole solace of my own palms
I know one thing for sure,
No one ever would be able to trespass
And my ugly secret would be buried in the lines of my palms.
The secret of the moments
When I feel like crying.
I wipe my tears and shed my fears
For the moment has finally walked away
All wet and painful, it is gone.

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Arti Honrao

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Author of fiction books titled 'My Life story' and 'Is This Love & Autumn - The Last Leaf' and novel 'Resemblance - The Journey of a Doppelganger' I enjoy writing short stories on Relationships. I have attempted writing form poems like Haiku, Tanka, Cinquain, Acrostics etc but I most enjoy writing Prose poems where I get to express myself without the limitations of number of words or rhyming. Most of my writings depict human feelings and emotions, which I try to bring out onto the page and into the minds of the reader. I believe that essence of writing lies in not only entertaining the reader, but speaking to them through words. My style of writing makes it easier for the readers to visualize the story unfolding around them. I am of the opinion that being good at writing a story is not about the story being unpredictable, it is about the way you narrate the predictable story and still keep the reader interested.I blog at Straight From The Heart (http://www.artihonrao.net). I am an administrator and web-designer at Writer's Ezine (http://www.writersezine.com).My Profile page: http://www.artihonrao.in
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@Arti_Honrao, such a beautiful thought correlated to the shedding of tears as one holds one’s palms to one’s eyes, of burying secrets in the lines of the palms. Your poems are so positive in their content that one wishes to stand up and applaud!

Ravindran Govindaraju
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when life is full of compromise,,
we can ever and never be a rebel..
Like a pot we hold our own
uncontaminated perceived water. ‘

Ravindran Govindaraju
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Memoirs never fade..seldom buried for ever,
but only to uncover our ignominy of past..
” Buried in the lines of my palms..”
Incredible lives… indelible lines……

My hats off.

Malcolm Massiah
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@Arti Honrao That is an amazing piece. I love it. Very powerful in its simplicity. You have obviously experienced deep sorrow and have observed it closely. Very beautifully expressed. As the editorial board says – bravo.

Muhammad Khalid Khan
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Beautifully done heartfelt poem.Well done

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