All that glitters
is not gold.
Not all those raptures
are love
those symphonies
are not music to ears
Oft ounce of smile
Hides tones of agonies.
And weary eyes asks
Indifferent firmament
Why me?
The calcareous insecurities
suffered when child
that haunts
the old sepulchre
Can only be
hammered down
by diaphanous love.
Deep values
engraved when young
cannot be defaced
They lie in subterranean
Unconscious
like solid rock foundation.
From the cinerary,
a fire so bright
May be exiguous
so effulgent
that when
renewed
shall be a
quixotic sword of love
that was once broken
But now will slay the ghost
Of haunted memories
So to make place for
Immaculate peace and
love divine.
10-03-2009
Enjoyable and linked to the previous one in theme.. A good write.
Not very touching as it should be....the subject is very deep one, but lines are not that much penetrating.
OH, WHAT A POEM. I EXPRESS MY FELLING THROUGH THIS; IT IS EASY TO SAY THE WORD LOVE IT'S DIFFICULT TO BECOME A LOVER A TRUE LOVER IS NONE BUT AN ANGEL.
I see the all mighty Ray of light has given lots of praise for you to this one... lol! ! ! you know what i mean! ! ! .... hey i mean it s true...you write most beautiful poems indeed...this is beautiful write...10+++ with lots of love shan
From the cinerary, a fire so bright May be exiguous so effulgent that when renewed shall be a quixotic sword of love that was once broken But now will slay the ghost Of haunted memories keep that sword always in ur scabbard.................amen...nice poem
what has one to say after the masters have spoken... a veritable whos who of the PH world.. just...bravo someone said poet godess! ! ! i too submit a humble yes exquisite lines cheers
the logic expresed in this poem is enough impressive and raises questions in mind... well done anju...+++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My humble mind was not able to grasp the whole of it... Still I can know what you really want to say... This life is an illusion and sometimes love can be an illusion too... It shines in the beginning and pierce the heart and soul, but gradually as it loses its charm then it feels like that the earlier euphoria was illusionary... But surtely it isn't like that... Life, we spent is always in moments and sometimes one moment of true love can overpower thousands of moments of loneliness, isolation and dejection... A briliant effort... Keep writing...