Tired of bloodshed and battle
Rape and riot, killing and carnage
The missing wind rattle
‘I am in search of peace’-or to hide
Crushed by womanliness
Chased by flowers for stolen fragrance
Kissed by waves for tickling
Coercing the clouds, uprooting
the enormous sky
Gathering dreams, borrowing sorrows
Shaping hopes, hoping to shape
Reaping ripples, reveling in melodies
Hidden by sobs, hugged by laughter
Weighing bonds, winnowing ignorance
Heavy with despair, heaving confusion
Reflecting sweet nothings, revealing
bitter atrocities
Reaching to future, trying to nurture
Disguised.......
Silver air, golden air, green air, dark air, blue air
On the mountain breast, in the meadow’s mind
Below the ravine’s murmur, beneath
the anklet of streams
On the chirping landscape, over the flapping
Cascade
Above the mysterious cliff, amidst mystic twilight
Running, running, running.......
To find peace
Like I in search of me!
Your poems are woderful. Very strong similies and metaphors, stronger expression, words with great punch.....very good going. Congrats. sathya narayana
Quite an interesting piece, prasanna...lots of stellar imagery incepted here...i f i could just make one duggestion.your piece began with a poignant, rhythm pattern, marsalled by the rhyming scheme, however, after the opening verse you aborted the rhyme pattern & converted the work into a more proselike creation...Perhaps that finePoetic Rhyming pattern hould have prevailed. Regardless, nice work...'''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
I loved reading this - your words are so very beautiful - I also loved the last line -'running, running, running.......To find peace........Like I in search of me! Perfect ending. Charmaine x
I voted a 10 and then came down here to repeat your words........On the mountain breast, in the meadow’s mind......... Below the ravine’s murmur, beneath the anklet of streams........ On the chirping landscape, over the flapping Cascade......... Above the mysterious cliff, amidst mystic twilight Running, running, running.............. To find peace....... Like I in search of me! I do not think I can forget these words for a long long time to come back. VERY Artistic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kissed by waves for tickling Coercing the clouds, uprooting the enormous sky Gathering dreams, borrowing sorrows very nice dreamy poem