The face you see is not truly me
But a semblance of myself
In this earthly shell
Here for a spell
Soon as the
Winds
Blow
Eastward
Out goes my sail
And I will journey back
To that unknown land where
My fullness dwells in the hereafter
I like my life so much I hope that there will be more days to live it. But it could be less. Why fret, when every day is like a puff of breath, and anything can be seen on a glimmer on the surface of the water. We hold on to what we've got in the exact moment we are allowed to touch it and savor it. Be mindful of this moment because you cannot have it back again.
Such a fragile sailboat but it can be as powerful when it catches the wind on its sail. This is how I need my man to talk with me and hold my hand. I don't need him for affirmation but for the wind he gives me, the rush of emotions which causes me to write more and more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like much your saying in Poet's Note, i, e... We are like ships sailing on the sea of life. Although we can't control where the wind takes us, we can make the trip pleasant for people who share the trip with us. Commit suicide is great sin, it should not be done. You poem here is beautiful. Thanks.
Hi Kumarmani. I don't want to impose on the reader by saying too much in the poem, but as you see, the poem has many intended - but unexpressed - meanings for me. I give the reader the personal space to interpret the poem, and you did it by the gentleness of your soul, for yourself. I hope many more could see how life is beautiful, and full of poetry. Thank you for appreciating and sharing with me your beautiful soul.