Storm hits the calm waters
Aching eyes get no rest
Unceasing mental conversation
Rolls out scenario like an old projector rolling out images
Past mid night- past three a.m. nothing but darkness
For bleary eyes
Tear soaked cheeks
That ocean of emotions, swelled by the turbulent phases
Impulse of sorrow beats high in stormy heart
Anguished by its own insatiable appetite for perceived suffering
It feeds on my pain and folly
Sinking deep I try to grapple in dark waters
Here endurance looses its face
Moon lit nights and sunlit days hide from reason
Its boundaries as vast and infinite as my imagination
Shattered and broken I am in that underworld
But stop! Collect yourself!
Go ahead and swim
Call upon that faith
The innate light of inner strength
Pierce the icy chain of thoughts
Glide back from that ocean of darkness
And reach for open shore
Miles and miles of sunshine awaits there
In its blessings
Wash yourself dry and hold together.
Glide back from that ocean of darkness And reach for open shore Miles and miles of sunshine awaits there In its blessings Wash yourself dry and hold together. A great message nicely penned in a beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the suffering sounds immense. the solution sounds so simple. or should I say simplistic. some very nice imagery in poem. maybe you can be a self-help guru for PH members who are suffering? bri :)
Thanks Bri for your comment. Appreciate it very much. Simple answers are with in reach of all. No Guru is needed for it. That is my philosophy.