ODE TO MELANCHOLY.

 

Call it happiness of being sad

Or sadness in a lighter shade,

Pleasure of sorrow and sweet pain,

In battle of love even if one makes gain.

A feeling as seductive as ecstacy,

When one is in love desperately,

Warmth tinged with bit of gloominess,

Silent and absorbing in its moodiness.

 Depressiveness imbued with solemnity,

Capturing melancholy in all its beauty,

When numb heart embraces wounded soul,

Sullen moment, as silent tears roll.

What is poetry sans spice of melancholy!

"Ode to melancholy" that brought Keats glory,

Nostalgic longing turning in to grief,

Even if this emotion last for moment brief.

© K. Radhakrishnan