Bottled up emotions

Tossed away in life’s high and low tides,
Innumerable times I must have died,
Not physically but always emotionally,
Not clever enough to prevent it totally.

I tumble, I crumble and then crash,
Heart is burning, there is no trace of ash,
In the heap of rubbish I feel like a trash,
Wilted as nostalgia emerges in flash.

I let loose my tears when no one is around,
My scream is silent but my sighs do sound,
My soul has suffered a fatal wound,
When memories chase like a blood hound.

Buried in the graveyard of my memories,
Leaving only diaries with cryptic entries,
Even seconds seem too long like centuries,
Tossed by feelings and endless miseries.

The anger enveloped is starting to explode,
Containing tears that my eyes try to unload.
Bottled up emotions on the verge to implode,
As I lie crushed under this their overload.
© K.Radhakrishnan

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About K.RADHAKRISHNAN

Poet K.Radhakrishnan lives in Bhopal city, India. Born on 4th November 1955. He is an underwriter by profession and worked as a senior level executive in NEWINDIA ASSURANCE, India's largest General Insurance Company till his retirement. He is engaged in consultant activities and insurance education. He has co-authored three insurance text books for NATIONAL COUNCIL OF EDUCATION, TRAINING AND RESEARCH(NCERT), INDIA. He has a passion for writing poetry which he pursued after retirement from his job. His first poetry book REFLECTION OF SOUL was published by LULU PRESS and is selling in Amazon and Barnes& Nobles http://www.lulu.com/shop/k-radhakrishnan/reflections-of-soul/paperback/product-23074342.html https://www.amazon.com/REFLECTIONS-SOUL-K-RADHAKRISHNAN/dp/1365769984 His second book ERUPTION OF BOTTLED UP EMOTINS is under publication.

3 thoughts on “Bottled up emotions

  1. VijayNair

    Both rhyme and rhythm play a pivotal role in the expression of the speaker’s candid confession of his state of mind.

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  2. GEETHA RAVINDRAN

    The anglish over the ups & lowട tiding in the mind as the residual thoughts on the past , is portrayed well ..

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  3. amitapaul

    Reminds me of Thoreau:
    “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate thing…“

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