A short poem…
It deafens my ears,
It dismantles my nerves.
As though to give a message
It passes through every passage.
It pierces my heart, and tears my body apart;
Disheveled, I try to hold on
Hold on, to the past time
Hold on, to the beautiful memories
But the train; Its too fast.
I lose my control, unable to keep my hold;
So I flow along with the tide.
My tears, My dreams drown with me
I am lost Forever…
….. Abha Shahra Shyama
“This is a short poem written several years ago; just thought of sharing it with readers today!”
Because over the years, I found that there is no value in holding on to the past.
When I did let go of the past, I found tremendous Joy, and; the Divine waiting for me, so just a little friendly advice;
“Move on in life, don’t get stuck in frustrations, however dark life seems today”