Voices within and voices without
Each disrupting the other.
Sometimes in silence,
Loud and clear the next time.
And reaching at the conclusion remains
A distant drum-beat.
The more attempts made to grasp its notes
The more discordant it appears.
Life has the only breathing-space left
The mid-point or the intersection
Of voices: within and without
Each disrupting the other
And the music is born
Devoid of harmony, but eternal in nature
We call it-
Noise –The symphony of life.
wow..the title 'symphony of life' says it all.itz realli awesum the way you penned it down. its so true, realli beautiful :)
You definitely have an aptitude for poetry as this poem shows. Keep writing. A pleasure to read such poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Often life produces not sounds of harmony, but discordant, raucous noise, jarring to the ears! Great write! Enjoyed much!