Broken Darkness

By Dominic Damian

A person with a broken heart holds a most beautiful promise in a powerful way to love and heal another. There is always a parting, just as there is a dying. There is an introspective overwhelming quite on each parting. The body of thoughts in grief are tendered through lamentations. A lingering sword of sorrow is in each life. There are no questions or rational to seek. Some things are not there to be understood. They are to be accepted as that which is beyond conventional wisdom and knowledge. It is perhaps the most courageous and compassionate person who goes into the heart of brokenness. Persons who have been lashed countless times hold the potential to be wounded healers. She/he will look through the window of life to glimpse into the soul of another who has been pierced by the lance of life. ‘A person with a broken heart holds a most beautiful promise in a powerful way to love and heal another’ These poems were composed as eloquent testimony of the deep mesmerizing love witnessed in parting or dying that cannot be imitated or replicated. Through such travesties and tragedies, what shines is illuminating love.

Every poem is the different aspects and experiences of death. Those who face death. The survivors of the tragic death of loved ones. The author advocates that we must each be healers that comfort. The authors credentials are not in his academics but as a privileged parent.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: Jul 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781543769180

Dominic Damian

Every poem is a life experience. Each word of the poem is that which emits from within the bow of life that launches the arrows of conscience into the open space and soil of other lives. The authors credentials are not in his academics but as a privileged parent.

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CONTENTS

BRIGHTEST DARKNESS

BROKEN WAVE

FULCRUM OF LOVE

WILL YOU COME

WILL MY

DOES THE WIND

FEEL

LOVE AND BE LOVED

PASSAGES

BED OF DEATH

DYING BE CALLED DEATH

AGE

VALLEY OF DEATH?

SHORES

REAL

DEEPEST COURAGE (010921)

BEAUTIFUL

DEATH IS BUT DEATHLESS

LASHING WHIP

ALWAYS GOES ON

LIGHT JOURNAL

DO NOT

HARBOR OF HEAVEN

ONE WILL

SILENT TRIBUTE

PECULIAR YET PERFECT

IN DEFIANCE

FADING LIVES

GARDEN OF DREAMS

NO REPOSE

OUR PARTING

DESPITE

GRIEF OF LIFE

MY DYING

BIRTH OF SUCH A DAY

DESPISE NOT

QUITE THE SAME

A LAMP

I AM SORRY

PREFACE

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

THANK YOU

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BRIGHTEST DARKNESS

Tribute to Reverend Father Dr. John Ganapirgasam

When someone dies

It is devoid of gut-wrenching

Constitution of rational or logic

Which is totally void and absent

The only possible outcome

In advance is qualified and known

That it would be foretold in

The wreckage and destruction

The desolation and defilement

Is well known and established

Yet one is neither prepared

From the remoteness to remove

The pulverizing paralyzing shock.

In the brightest darkness

The impact is not legislated

The invasion and intrusion

Is beyond the legitimate

It is not confined to the specifics

Of defined borders or boundaries.

In the brightest darkness

It’s our life! Sung before be for the night knew life!

Song title: ‘Our Life’ by Jan1513

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The prison of formalities and

Cages of composure are violated

The commission of decency

The catchment of sensitivity

Are subject to savage brutalities

And breached by the relentless waves

Of reminiscence, memories, and feelings.

There is no restitution or compensation

Adequate or appropriate

To assuage the passage of grief

In the brightest darkness

An inevitability and an expectation

More than an anticipation

Nevertheless, does not

Reduce the gravity of the loss

One is awarded and rewarded

Unasked and unrequested

Spine chilling ache and numbness

As one taste forced bitterness

In the brightest darkness

Despite the harmony of acceptance,

The aftermath is a minefield

Of volatile painful emotions

Which are bottled and sealed.

From the raw exposure to realities.

The vulnerabilities of wounds

The nakedness of human frailties.

Sings sorrows songs of

The delicate existence and

Convergence of confluences

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From the dust caked deserts of desolations

Water raged through age and space

Leaves trembled in dreaded despair

Song title: ‘Our Life’ by Jan1513

In the flower of thoughts

That seems helpless against

The stone cold-marble of

The ice that warms not death in

The brightest darkness

In vain we are using the cup

From one’s heart to pour out

A raging ocean of death

Which has submerged the soul

With callous cruelty

Death the predator who

Is consigned and regarded

As useless and reckless

And of little or no value

Is never as objectionable

As the hammer blows of pain,

Or suffering ask which is greater

The trauma of death,

Or the travesties and tragedies of pain?

Death as a consequence

Is and will always be a

Deeper and better path.

In the depths of despair

And dungeons of doubts

It is the reverential sacredness

Of Broken holiness that resides

In the brightest darkness

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Her garden holds the answer for a dying rose from winter, as fallen

flowers warm her life in days of solitude.

Song title: ‘Fallen Flowers’ by Jan1513

BROKEN WAVE

Composed on the passing of Rev. Fr. Philips Muthu

To go home and feel the emptiness

And know the familiar companionship of loneliness,

The waves of grief, chaos, spite, and utter defeat,

Are that which greets the vanquished

On the battlefields of deaths victory.

With the spittle of contempt,

The silent unspoken anger asks:

What treachery? What travesty? What treason?

The diabolical consequences of barbaric plunder,

To plant untold minefields of mayhem

That breach the ramparts of

life’s fortress is unendurable.

Friends and family in

Disbelief, dishevelled and disabled

Are rootless and lost

Speechless and sightless

Anguish in the exchange of inaudible words

Is reverence voice capturing

The magnitude and scale of loss

Eyes unable to comprehend lifelessness,

Seek miraculous signs of

The faintest breath or slightest moment.

Heads hang in despair.

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In the killing fields there’s wild laughter

Sorrows tears dry on lonely tombs

Song title: ‘Our Life’ by Jan1513

With breath designed and trained for

The perseverance, preservation, and protection

Of the flock in life’s pasture,

All beauty is broken, fragmented, fractured

And consigned to yet another painful and merciless defeat

The powerful Goliath of death

Has incontestably ravaged and rendered

The temple of the Holy Spirit lifeless

At its pleasure and will.

The searing, searching questions

Burn the heart like a fire that will not consume.

Is death a cruel privilege set to violate

The garden of life or secure life for memory?

Retrospectively a silent screams rage,

This was not about the glory of winning a fight

But the humility of retaining a life

That only knew giving!

Yet all too easily-all is lost.

The relentless and remorseless aggravation

Of teasing, taunting, and tormenting

On the battle lost offers no restitution

but lamentations without end.

The carnage of brokenness evokes

A search into the deep well and void

Of restless nothingness.

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