Tears on my pillow

Dark clouds carpet my sky

And my pole star is hidden

From my sight.


I can hear the faint murmur

Of the constellations

While the bell of sorrow

Rings in my shriveled heart.


I feel like a prisoner

In my own body,

Sadness seeping in

Through my pores,

Wailing and sobbing,

Floundering helplessly,

On the rough seas

While the mountains

Clamor for the skies.


I travel through

The dark alleys of time

With encapsulated feelings

Of crepuscular hues,

Transcending the boundary

Of sentient thoughts.


Discarding the improbable,the illogical,

The uncertain and the weird,

I seek for solace

On my pillow,

Heart disheartened,

Mind under stupor.


My pillow knows my feelings

And my secrets too,

For I tell to her

What I can’t tell to others.

We have a compatible chemistry,

The one bees have for hive.


I cry and I feel

The warmth of my tears

Coming down my cheeks,

For they know the road map

To my reservoir de larmes.

I feel a relief,

Hard to describe,

Harder to believe

And when I wake up

The next morning,

I see tear drops on my pillow,

Glistening like white pearls.


Pramila Khadun.





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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

4 thoughts on “Tears on my pillow

  1. pramilakhadun Post author

    Thanks a lot my dear Maya for being so supportive in this endeavor.I am so happy reading this comment.


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