I run into the wild noise of the world around
when get troubled by the pangs of this stormy silence...
suffering from the deafening of ears
to the melodies of the spheres around,
I pity myself
though I've always been holding a placard against self-pity...
why is soaring high so difficult
especially when heels are deeply dug
into the fine dust of broken dreams?
Mild pain is the vital sign of life!
can any of my multiple selves tell me what do i want?
For making my tomorrow fearless
I keep on watering fears in my Present, so I know it,
a moth of peace striving against the storm-currents, but
is the diagnosis cure?
do not let my warmth exhale
as I don't want to turn into a stone-cold being please!
I suffer in the desire of not to suffer any more, in any way...
what i wish, gets inside out and upside down...
a true anarchy!
let me stay as remorseless God!
today You are not away from my mind,
not even for a second, (the consolation enough!)
though no better image can reflect
out of vacant stares meaningless...
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do i make any difference?
The will is forever etching its deepened connection within soul. This write is highly reflective into such a deep pool of thought and surrender. Love it very much!
'.heels are deeply dug into the fine dust of broken dreams? ' beginning is like Eliot's 'The Wasteland but gradually theme shifts toward faith and hope though it's flickering; 'Mild pain is the vital sign of life'...(so you could write such inspiring lines) and it reminded me of a fable by Khalil Gibran: Said one oyster to a neighbouring oyster, “I have a very great pain within me. It is heavy and round and I am in distress.” And the other oyster replied with haughty complacence, “Praise be to the heavens and to the sea, I have no pain within me. I am well and whole both within and without.” At that moment a crab was passing by and heard the two oysters, and he said to the one who was well and whole both within and without, “Yes, you are well and whole; but the pain that your neighbour bears is a pearl of exceeding beauty.”
Self pity helps no one, if I do this I always am punished by jamming my finger, smashing a plate or losing something, So I try to steer clear of this. Everybody can make a difference!
oneday the multiple sleves will strike balance; only Self remains... go on...
we all make a difference among the throng of millions n millions...nice personal poetry...10+++
let me stay as remorseless God! today You are not away from my mind, not even for a second, (the consolation enough!) Good!
We all make a difference some small, some large. A wave or a ripple, goes on forever until it hits the shore. Why is soaring high so difficult especially when heels are deeply dug into the fine dust of broken dreams? Strong lines eloquently stated.
You are here, Shahzia, being you; that makes a great deal of difference. Enjoyed and appreciated this soulful plea.
We have troubles until we have dreams and wants. There was time in my life my wish came true, but when it came true, it was not interesting anymore. When we get to the point that we welcome Everything what comes to us, have no want anymore, being grateful for everything, let it be good or bad, then comes true happiness. I know it is not easy to navigate through people who are all different and they are telling or showing you something, but just think about these. Wishing you the best which you will get after many lessons. Never give up, keep up to the last, and you never know which is the last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
do i make any difference? Some very deep-seated thoughts, summed up by a big question that we all should dare to ask ourselves.