Birth Of Hope
See, now we are left with nothing
A tiny desire of infinity no longer entails our songs
As they embark into the sky like vastness of our meeting
See, we have seen the light of darkest hours
And the cravings that we had are now blossoms of little delights
Now a dropp of failure and defeated shy
is taking its last leave from us
And we are weeping in consoling tears
But see, we have no sadness.
This is just a good bye.
And we have seen roads returning
begin with a small change, a small step that we are ready to take.
Not every road shows you a sign
And the nomadic allegory of life
Comes to life in such company.
We have explored happiness in almost
all of its possible hideouts, caves of pain.
The outcomes were summaries of insides of us.
A poem without language speaks the light of life.
The adventures of death have lured all our wonders
Now life is much and much in it is
more than a droplet of night
A traveler is about to be one with the night
Some homeless children are looking for shelters
of their hunger, a drought has just passed from our hearts
and we are flooded still
Like stars we sit at these dying hours staring at one another
with blinking pearls of our thoughts.
We are searching traces of life
Yet, yet, see there is no pain
We have explored all the possible hideouts
Life is never far from us.
If like me you too have a little nothingness
Let us sit in the next sunset and share these celebrations
of death and birth.
I am ready to disappear in life's waves
to eternity, an era of timelessness.
Let every exploration end but into a beginning
See in the envelope of sunrise
There are messages from the world beyond
raising the rays of birth of hope.
Are you ready for the morning?
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