Time....
Days, Months, Years......are but numbers.
Passing away ceaselessly, steadily.
Toward Darkness or Light?
Who can say?
Time....
Unfolds the swaying shadow of my Lost Love
Over the deserted heart
Which arouses pain no-more,
Rather helps meditating within myself
Providing Heavenly Pleasure alongwith.
They say, Happiness of mind is reflected upon one's face and activities.
They are wrong!
I feel, therefore I know!
I feel, therefore I know!
Extreme Ecstasy compels me to remain as
Expressionless, Unmovable, Detached....Morbid Creature
With no Identity.
The indifference of time to our moods and feelings is often what makes it seem so cruel. A very compelling write. Thank you for sharing. Warm regards, Sandra
Dear Poet, Just read your poem, It expresses a lot of inner pains within you. I also observe you are very talented with multiskills. I look forward to read more of your poems in future. Bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is the essence of every action. Three things are essential for any success. Since efforts, time and divine grace. A nice poem to read.