The eyes of my soul
are always dressed
in a blue veil of melancholy.
Have you ever noticed
the warmth of tears?
Not the salt—
but the warmth.
It’s the soul that pushes them,
heats them,
guides them
through the thin glass and ice
of the mind.
Because what lives within
doesn’t grow cold.
It doesn’t fade.
It stays.
It burns.
And from the depths, a flicker stirs,
a voice that will not be silenced,
whispering,
“Hear me... hear me... hear me...”
You cannot quiet your spirit.
You cannot quench your fire.
Beautiful — it stirred something inside me. I've been going through a hard time lately, and this poem arrived as if meant for this moment. There's more depth in it than one sees at first glance. Thank you.
Beautiful — it stirred something inside me. I've been going through a hard time lately, and this poem arrived as if meant for this moment. There's more depth in it than one sees at first glance. Thank you.
You do not imagine how happy I am to read this! I'm more than pleased to know that what I wrote moved something into you, I'm the happiest in knowing that this poem is somehow helping you in your bad period.
You're never alone in your suffering.
No pain is infinite or endless: as long as you're alive, the fire within you will never fade. I don't know what you're going through but I am sure that, at some point, things will start to change and you will see colors filling your life again.
I love this poem, and you did such an amazing job compiling it. I have experienced sadness quite a lot in my life due to my backstabbing relatives, treacherous friends and people in general, but still the fire inside the soul that you mentioned keeps me from giving up, especially now that I found my way to lord Perun (Zeus). Hope to see more of your poetic works in the future.
I love this poem, and you did such an amazing job compiling it. I have experienced sadness quite a lot in my life due to my backstabbing relatives, treacherous friends and people in general, but still the fire inside the soul that you mentioned keeps me from giving up, especially now that I found my way to lord Perun (Zeus). Hope to see more of your poetic works in the future.
I totally get how you feel... Unfortunately, sadness is part of being a human but I don't think that it's entirely a bad thing. Pain is inevitable but suffering is not. Life will carry on, no matter how hard you try to suppress it.
This is what I'm learning during my journey
I sincerely hope you'll feel good in the upcoming months.
We're never alone.
The eyes of my soul
are always dressed
in a blue veil of melancholy.
Have you ever noticed
the warmth of tears?
Not the salt—
but the warmth.
It’s the soul that pushes them,
heats them,
guides them
through the thin glass and ice
of the mind.
Because what lives within
doesn’t grow cold.
It doesn’t fade.
It stays.
It burns.
And from the depths, a flicker stirs,
a voice that will not be silenced,
whispering,
“Hear me... hear me... hear me...”
You cannot quiet your spirit.
You cannot quench your fire.
The eyes of my soul
are always dressed
in a blue veil of melancholy.
Have you ever noticed
the warmth of tears?
Not the salt—
but the warmth.
It’s the soul that pushes them,
heats them,
guides them
through the thin glass and ice
of the mind.
Because what lives within
doesn’t grow cold.
It doesn’t fade.
It stays.
It burns.
And from the depths, a flicker stirs,
a voice that will not be silenced,
whispering,
“Hear me... hear me... hear me...”
You cannot quiet your spirit.
You cannot quench your fire.
چشمان روح من
همیشه لباس پوشیده اند
در پرده‌ای آبی از غم و اندوه.
تا حالا توجه کردی؟
گرمای اشک؟
نه نمک—
اما گرما.
این روح است که آنها را به جلو می‌راند،
آنها را گرم می‌کند،
آنها را هدایت می‌کند
از میان شیشه نازک و یخ
از ذهن.
زیرا آنچه در درون زندگی می‌کند
سرد نمی‌شود.
کمرنگ نمیشه.
باقی می‌ماند.
می سوزد.
و از اعماق، سوسویی می‌لرزد،
صدایی که خاموش نخواهد شد،
زمزمه کردن،
«صدای مرا بشنو... صدای مرا بشنو... صدای مرا بشنو...»
تو نمی‌توانی روحت را آرام کنی.
تو نمیتونی آتیش درونت رو خاموش کنی.
The eyes of my soul
are always dressed
in a blue veil of melancholy.
Have you ever noticed
the warmth of tears?
Not the salt—
but the warmth.
It’s the soul that pushes them,
heats them,
guides them
through the thin glass and ice
of the mind.
Because what lives within
doesn’t grow cold.
It doesn’t fade.
It stays.
It burns.
And from the depths, a flicker stirs,
a voice that will not be silenced,
whispering,
“Hear me... hear me... hear me...”
You cannot quiet your spirit.
You cannot quench your fire.
As i started reading i got goosebumps all throughout my body, this clearly touched some part of my soul. Thank you for expressing yourself, for your sake and that of others. This is a beautiful poem.
As i started reading i got goosebumps all throughout my body, this clearly touched some part of my soul. Thank you for expressing yourself, for your sake and that of others. This is a beautiful poem.
