Dear Heart,
Be still.
Why can you not be?
How do I comfort you?
Like a gypsy you wander from place to place.
What is it that you seek?
From abjections of sorrow to heights of joy
you vacillate.
Hush,
Be still.
Unshed tears you store for what could have been.
Days lost in longing, hoping and desiring.
Every minute gone by is the past..
It is now over… finished.
The future is elusive..
yet to emerge from the penumbra.
Chasing shadows for what will or will not be.
Dear Heart,
Be Still.
Grasp the moment
for it holds an untold story.
Feel it, live it within.
For whatever is lived in your depths …
comes to pass.
AND
here alone lies the libation which shall heal the wounds.
Secrets reveal themselves to still hearts.
Be still,
Dear Heart
Listen to your murmurs,
its whisperings hold a mystery.
Listen to your beats,
for the beats are the rhythm of the universe.
You and I together shall dance in step with the Divine beat.
Who needs another when the swing of love unites us both to spread its glow.
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Great poetry. Perhaps the the charm of life lies in the swing. Living in the present seems to be the monotonous truth! ! !
Superb poetry indeed. Admired yor vocab use too. Thy rhythm of d universe in heartbeat, dhanewad poetess.
There is something so comforting here. Such a warm and delightful read.
I really like this poem and can relate to it a lot. Thanks for sharing it with me. :) Keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
who needs another when the swing of love unites us both to spread its glow. a lovely thought, nice write