I sit still as I scout oblivion
silhouetted against the horizon
no answers come forth
and this nothingness
shapes the hollow in my heart
I switch my gaze closer home
to upturned question marks
lurking all around
broken, I willingly drown in your
disconcertingly clear eyes
only to be rescued
on the edge of tears
which pool into the hollow to heal
the passage from eternity to now
is wrought with timeless passion
I love this oblivion.
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Yes, oblivion can cocoon and protect, for a while 😢 Well written Punam 🙂💕
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Indeed! Thanks a lot, dear! 🙂💞
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I love it too. So beautiful.
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Ah! Thanks a lot, dear.
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Beautifully weaved
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Thanks a lot, dear! ❤️
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Always a pleasure 😊
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Aww, great poetry
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Thanks, dear Sadje!
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A pleasure!
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contemplations questions that we all weigh up 🙂
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Yup, we all do this! 🙂
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you captured it well 🙂
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Thanks, dear. 🙂
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A void with no avoiding …
Your words, Punam, make it
soundlessly sound so appealing.
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David, your comment is so appealing! Thank you so much! 🙏🏼
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Oh so beautifully written – I love the nothingness too through your poetry
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Thank you so much for your lovely words, my friend!
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For you anytime. You deserve nothing but all accolades
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🙏🏼 That is so kind of you to say! ❤️
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My pleasure always
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Oblivion can be so enticing, engulfing. I love the oblivion in this poem ❤️❤️
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It sure is! Thank you so much, Rachel. ❤️❤️
I read your lovely post last night but was unable to comment. When I tried again a while ago, I received this..’user cannot view this post’! It is frustrating!! I will try again later. ❤️
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Awww that is so sweet! I took down the poem not too long after I posted it… it’s a weird feeling to describe, but it’s almost like stage fright. I get it sometimes after posting poems! ❤️❤️
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I can understand that but it was beautiful…the way you described the sunset…
Ah, well! I am happy that I read it. ❤️❤️
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Thank you! I might post it again thanks to you ❤️❤️
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Yayy!! Thanks, my dear, I look forward to it. ❤️❤️
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the upturned question marks keep you hooked to this poem, and also the oblivion
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Oh, am I glad I used that phrase! By the way, is the ‘you’ the reader or the writer?
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‘you’ is the one addressed 🙂
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Okayyyy! Why didn’t I think of that!! 😂
The ‘you’ may be hooked to the upturned question marks but the writer is hooked to oblivion.🙂
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Haha one chooses based on one’s volition
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Indeed! That’s the beauty, isn’t it? Lol
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I love how this poem about oblivion isn’t oblivious to the obvious – love as a respite from worries. Is that the right observation? 😉
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I missed this one, Irma and it would not be amiss to reply to it, however late.
Your observation is spot on, my dear! 😀❤️
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Glad to know I got it right! 😁😁
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You always do! 😀❤️
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I loved this oblivion too❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you so very much, my dear! ❤️❤️
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My pleasure, Punam ❤️
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