Those eloquent dark eyes,
burning with pain,
in the flames of sorrow.
Trying to see through blurring life,
...
You may or may not look at me,
You may or may not gel with me,
You might just sit besides me,
You might just simply mock at me…
...
I know your silence,
I know your dismay,
You steal away glances,
Though bitter, I know your say.
...
I am still ‘ I am’,
When I’ll become, ‘was’…
Presence is not so much relished,
As much valued is the loss.
...
so now, that we are strangers,
I will uproot the past
the fragrance of sweetness,
that we shared...
...
From where have I come?
Where I have to go?
Miles…I have crossed,
Still, many to go…
...
From behind the Soft,
silently it emerged.
Pure and pearly,
...
Hoping against hope,
when the sun shines at me...
not too much to get burnt,
but glaring it is...
...
My mind refuses to imbibe the things,
what ecstasy is this.
controling the self or
...
I still behold you…
In my thoughts you still arise…
In the back of the mind..
In the the back of my world…
...
Through deep oceans,
Through violent storms,
Through agonizing fire…
You battle and pass…
...
I feel light!
Above the wings I lift!
Above the clouds
Lighter than they are
...
ive been writing poems from the time when i was 12years, its self meditation for me...)
Love To Cherish Uncertainty
Those eloquent dark eyes,
burning with pain,
in the flames of sorrow.
Trying to see through blurring life,
darkness seems to eclipse the sight.
Mirroring aloud the throbbing heart,
dropping like pearls
From this ocean, aghast!
Hope seems to go astray,
breaking the promises, flouting away.
There, they close forever and ever…..
Why death comes uninformed?
Leaving behind everything deformed…
So uncertain this life could be,
never had imagined so deeply.
But, how can this be a valid reason,
to deny the spring that follows ‘autumn season’?
Flowers will continue to remind their presence,
To spread their colours and spray their fragrance.
Though, there is no end to sorrow,
spreading Love is the art to borrow.
Value ‘The Gift’ HE has granted,
cherish ‘The Fruits’ HE has planted.
I..i Just loved this poem of yours Drishh.....