Threads of time unraveling, through my nervous fingers,
Veil of sadness and darkness lingers,
A few sweet moments drop from sunny skies,
So many corrupt and mischievous lies,
Stole my younger years.
In the fertile valleys, the mountains rose haughtily,
On the moist earth, insects create their own space, daringly
They are small and insignificant, like the way I used to feel,
Then romance gave me a worthwhile chance,
Birds flew from the trees with glee,
Music released my inner desires,
I felt so free,
Uplifting a wealth of undernourished emotions,
Building a complicated maze,
To find my way out was difficult,
As I was in a constant daze,
But my heart knew the right direction to its centre,
Life catching me and giving me the gift of a mentor,
Learning from wise minds and creative spirits,
Wandering in a world, where there is no cherry on top,
Cruel intentions, were cutting themselves a slice of my cake,
Then I became the cook and baked my own creation,
The result, a better me, was the true revelation,
Threads of time brewing in this simple rhyme.
threads of time get tangled togethr weaving a tapestry of life. great write.
Smoothly flowing lines with beautiful opening and a true self-revelation you find in the end.
so beautiful, somewhat sad but well written, a true expression of the heart.
'Then I became the cook and baked my own creation, ' Great. I like this line and there are great choices of words in other lines too. I like this poem.
Beautiful composition from yourself which you have sewn together with words as your needles resulting in a tapestry of life ending with 'Threads of time brewing in this simple rhyme.' lovely...regards
Life catching me and giving me the gift of a mentor. Experience exposes to us the contour of life. A thoughtful poem and a song of experience. Brilliant write.
So many corrupt and mischievous lies, Stole my younger years. What a poem!
Again, another wonderful poem. Descriptive writing at it's best. They say there's no substitute for experience, But experience comes with a heavy price sometimes. I'm glad you found the true you in the end.
threads of time weave a beautiful tapestry for life. I love the thought. a good read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear, the world is give and take Gives a little from there Takes a little from here Provides us all delicious cake Knowing not the Nature's course Sometimes we lose Sometimes we gain Why are we full of remorse! ! ! ! !