Treasure Island

abeer zehra

(12/12/1992 / AURANGABAD MAHARASHTRA INDIA)

A Strange Shiver.........


A strange shiver of kindly feel,
Veiled me all over,
A crush i made on beauty of life,
The beauty enclosing strings of codes...

I pushed the codes in a forward flash,
I peeped the transparency coding,
Neither the flash came before,
Nor the eye balls caught the coded steps....

I tried, tried and tried to decode,
But too stubborn was the beauty,
The beauty who build life,
And carved the coding of the codes....

Than, i made my mind to desert,
Desert the challenge of decoding codes,
I left the life's beauty to live itself,
And accounted myself with emptyness....

I tried, i said, i treid my best,
But the beauty stead-fast me always,
Never it said to entangle myself,

I said 'k' to the said command,
I stilled the thought of decoding codes,
I left the issue sustaining beauty,
I guess the codes will themselves decode,
The moral side of life's beauty,
Let me not pretend to know,
As life is the best decoder............

Submitted: Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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