Heartbeat of time
The world is bright and young
with the irrational rhythm
sung and unsung
ears listening to song from which music is stolen
and often wordless at rendition
the night is long and endless
blooming uncertainty
eyes open to sights disappearing in shadows
dawn, slow coming
splashing drops resonating tragedies
with occasional farce, thrusting in comedies
dews reflecting vanished birthdays’ wish, wonder and whims
fading thoughts of dislocated laughter
reality echoing thwarted hopes
emptiness mocking with a painted face of colorless hues
smell of burnt illusion
forgetting on meditation
and
the heartbeat of time lost in the twilight
waking into
a dream…
…and ripples of laughter
the earth is green and frothy.....
Life though not perfect is worth living, its not what you think that matter but the things you do! A 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The dismal picture of life here is frightening! How I wish it to be resonant with peals of laughter and see the Earth clothed in green! In fact this poem is too deep and I wonder if I am getting the full implication of it!