Where were you
when I was still a bud
waiting to blossom.
Lost in the cosmic pattern
was it you
who brought me to bloom?
And where were you
when the storm struck
and I shivered alone.
Were you the one
singing by the river of life
turning dust to bone?
Molding the thorny past harrowed
You sheathed my story
in your virgin bosom
And as I looked all 'round
for colors to swallow
You kept strolling the alley of lies
leaving only my shadows behind.
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Running late on clocks never running
While the words of love
and winds of change
whispered loud
The winter mist
on my lonely garden
mellowed
Your sermons
like acrid smoke
evolved
And I sat quiet
listening to the darkness
about.
In the void of your doctrine
I found the beauty of Nothing
and knew of what was bound.
Burning the remains of my old being
From ashes, a phoenix
I rose from ground.
And spreading the wings
of my mind
I sailed to the land
of silence
Where golden truth
like morn-rays sprinkled
And dancing in the dark rains
slowly but surely
I came
back to life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Where were you, when I was still a bud, waiting to blossom. Lost in the cosmic pattern, was it you, most majestic write with most cognitive force to know the truth as wedded to then time, stylistic approach, i do admire,10+++, thank sfor sharing.