(Yet another) Hurt, an OUCH, and the Sun
The bulb throws light on this tear-less face,
The back leans against a wall,
A grimace seems the only affordable exercise.
Who do I run to?
The consumer forum?
A court of law?
God?
My parents?
ha, ha!
It's eight times in a string.
WHY!
My ancestors were supposed to be exceptionally good, noble people!
:-) , :-)
It hurts, again!
Yet, again!
Had these been physical injuries, I swear I would not have been around.
But that's where the mind is so much more powerful;
So much more powerful –
I wonder if it knew that day itself,
When I woke up to find my finger bloody,
And a smashed mirror.
No. It's not the mind.
Nor the intellect.
Something beyond…
Maybe it's the soul… …the wise…
And, it asks me:
"Do you really feel sad when the Sun goes down?"
Dhruv Raj Sharma
11.03.2007,
20:43 - 21:05.
2 comments:
Times in life
the struggle gets too much
hope seems drained
light flits across...
falters
No reason to move on
No reason to stay
No reason to wonder why this way?
The inner turmoil spills over
Accidents...incidents...dreams...
everywhere there seems
victory could never find a place
there is a vision you still see
a faith in you that's undaunted knows
that there still is something beneath
that refuses to bow to the dictates of the world
You know... though you don't see
you feel...though you can't understand how
patience is bitter
the fruits are sweet
the best is yet to come your way
smile, struggle, sustain
there is a shimmering shine awaiting in the shadows
It shall all be yours!
:D :D :D
GOD... that's another poetry i wrote after reading your blog! :P
i understand.
Smash the shady mirror that splashes frustration onto u. patience is the next string that might take a while to sing melody for you.
:)
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