Sadness is a noun

Sadness is a door that opens
Into nothingness; a noun, a state
Of being. It exists in the absence of
Joy. It is a room
Full of lights with the switch turned off.

Sometimes, the descent into darkness
Is a jarring moment of sudden realization
With silence so loud, it blinds. The memory
Of pain becomes a kaleidoscopic image behind
Tightly shut eyes, that torments in bright colors;
It’s flashing light inducing seizures.

Sadness is an eclipse;
A drought – that causes
Everything to wither, nothing
Grows. In its intensity a man’s
Shadow shrinks into a tiny black
Speck on sun caked sand.

It’s a cold cloak in winter;
The beautiful white snow flakes
That beguiles, masquerading its
Lethality with silvery lustre.

Sadness is a harvest of stones;
It contorts the blade of the hoe
Jars your soul with every clash
Of iron and granite.

It is the dagger stuck under
Your left fifth rib, dripping blood
That gathers into a pool in the spot
Where you will lie buried

Sadness is the flood filling your
Lungs, chasing out air, replacing
Life with liquid death
It is the water that bathes your cells
In hypotonicity; you swell, you burst
And you cease to be.

Sadness is the rubble,
The remains of your charred soul
The debris left behind when hope
Comes crashing down with a loud
Thud. And all you see are dreams
That never will be.


First published in Kalahari review


2 thoughts on “Sadness is a noun

  1. These bone-chilling lines….they’re like a knife to the heart… cutting so deep that one’s very soul dips, disappears; and just plain ceases to exist! 😩
    They also convey something ’bout this Narrator. Perhaps as one who’s really gone off of the cliff for ‘sadness’; like he’s totally into and completely obsessed with that state of being! 😯
    So, at this juncture, I’d seek to explain away my ‘assertion’ with perfect lines as reeled out by Jonathan Safran Foer when he said this…’She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands; appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum’! 😁

    Plus, this is got me thinking if ’tis good, for creativity sakes; or bad, in the event that the Narrator’s had to live through this horror one time too many; enough to have mastered the ‘art’, of depicting and relaying sadness in a simply meticulous, thorough and super-accurate manner! And while the latter’s easily the part that unsettles; the ingenuity that went into plugging into that state, to conceive a monsterpiece of this kind…cannot be ignored! I thee my hat doff Doc; those imageries…they stun! 😁

    Some days, I wonder what it’d feel like; were our lives one long, endless party, wherein we lived in this world, that sadness was considered taboo! I imagine at some point, during course of this party; we’d be bored out of our wits and straightways lose steam! The result….we’d get burnt out, notwithstanding that this party’s the rocking and jamming type! πŸ˜‚
    Osho surmises this…’Sadness gives depth, Happiness height. Sadness gives roots, Happiness branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the Earth. Both are needed and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, its always in proportion. That’s its balance’!
    Maybe, just maybe; a teeny-tiny bit of sadness wouldn’t hurt so much, as long as we’re able to snap out of it quickly enough; right before we slip, sink and go off of the deep end. Again, maybe sadness is got a part to play in helping us better appreciate happiness when it rolls around. Perhaps, there’s a lesson that sadness seeks to teach for a season; inorder that we can imbibe a more positive attitude, in our approach towards life; by way of being super-thankful for the seemingly little things that causes us to break into big smiles. πŸ˜€
    Taking a few lines from a quote credited to J.K Rowling, she says….’Sad hurts, but its a healthy feeling. Its a necessary thing to feel. Depression’s very different’! For as long as we’re not playing too deep into the cold grasp of sadness, we should be fine…eventually. πŸ˜‡πŸ˜„

    I concur Sir, that sadness is a noun! Tis the name of a place….a dark place, an animal….really beastly, a ‘person’…a sadist? πŸ˜ˆπŸ˜†, a thing or shall I say ‘things’; especially as portrayed by the Narrator in this gripping but beautiful poetic compose! 😁 Still at a loss ’bout how this whole idea caught on; but am awed by the wonder of it all! A trifecta mix of surprise, shock and sheer brill….just! πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘


    1. Very deep and insightful comment. Thank you. You have turned this space to a literature class; and I’m learning from you per poem I post. This is the literature class I never attended.


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