Lying on the couch in the brink of my life,
as I brushed my dainty memory
opened up an unceasing journey:
Like a wild river gushing down the mountains
brimming with joy in divine spirits;
across the canyons and plains
leaving behind an overwhelming abundance
with questions of origin and of destiny,
unafraid and adventurous,
relinquishing the bitterness poured in;
Travelled resolute with no desire to repose
toiling for spontaneity between time and space
harnessing power from the clouds of bliss;
as a struggling soul to embrace wholesomeness
resurrecting from the dreadful droughts
continued the journey with wholehearted enjoyment
until the Revelation came upon.
My eyes rolled back with a smile on my lips
as the lordly stream kissed the ocean.
“Life is always beautiful & blissful.”
Keep writing dear............your style is good and concrete........blessings, arya
fruition of this godly feel in words My eyes rolled back with a smile on my lips as the lordly stream kissed the ocean. in the darkest place of life and love with warmth senses we grew drinking blood and water........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is really amazing poem... yessss this is something which i dream about.. and i feel about and this is the way i wish it to be....... excellent...