on the upward surge....
the treasure-chest spilling pain
which the tears are not able to measure
the winding path on the meadows
with shadeless trees
the scorching heat
which the summer is not able to calculate
among the autumn dry leaves
rustling thorny silence
life's superlatives brushing on my cheeks
winter mist
treading on torture and torment
to bleed....
sometimes the echo of soft gentle laughter
adding spice with beauty's pain
and the chill the winter is not able to feel
the spring elusive....
forgotten in misery and pain
embarrassment picking rights and wrongs
adding to the burdened shoulder
mysteries scattered on the path
to feed on unknown fears
sweeping memories lost and found
enwrapped in numbness
the shapeless shadow
reflecting on the ripples of troublesome water
on the cross-roads...
baffled
not for freedom's unlimited choice
nor for love's unexplored joys
but....
pining for a shore blossoming solace
yearning for life's little surprises
sad feelings and emotions very beautifully brought out through life's all seasons... really a good work prasanna! *10*
excellent and very nicely described. read my poem unwanted surprise. same concept...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
leaves falling during autumn are nothimg but words well written