HeartBreak

the breaking of a heart
produces no sound
not like glass smashing
or the crunch of bones

heartbreak is as silent as a feather’s flight
extinguishing the light within
the world slows its movement
and angels stop playing their harps
for the heart is god’s abode

heartbreak is the only sin
that justifies the existence of a hell

(Came across the first verse of this poem  I had written a while ago.
Decided to finish it today)

21 thoughts on “HeartBreak

  1. Sonya – this is profound, you indeed capture the true essence of things with your lovely poetry. Keep them coming!

  2. Your poem made me sob. You described true heartbreak so profoundly. I believe heartbreak doesn’t come from the sadness of a particular event, but from the constant wearing down that eventually succumbs to complete hopelessness. Namaste.

  3. Dear Sonya,

    Thank you for this wonderful poem. You are gifted.

    This poem brings to mind teachings shared with us by Fariduddin Ganjshakar. Baba Farid speaks often about how we should strive to never hurt the heart of another.

    All good wishes,

    robert

    1. If it so be a gift, then it is merely flowing though me. And for that I am eternally grateful. Thank you Robert. Also Baba Bulleh Shah’s words are :

      You could tear down the mosque, break down the temple
      Break all that can be broken
      But never break anyone’s heart
      Because that is where God lives.

      1. Dear Sonya,

        I love these words of Baba Bulleh Shah. Thank you so much for much for sharing them here.

        All good wishes,

        robert

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