The beginning is mysterious
The end fascinates
I see its flight
The projectile of life….
The own dreams, follies and a few deeds…
It lifts, soars high and touches the top
And descends….doesn’t fall…
A gradual descent…almost flat now
Like the pebble dancing upon
The smooth face of pool
Kissing and flying, both transient…
The end is beautiful..
Learning the best of it….
The silence of life
The silence is signature of patience
Drawing, designing, painting it
In the best for a final go.
Nice to see a poem from you after so long sir. Beautiful lines depicting life's entirety. The line "silence of life" made me ponder in the poem... If the silence had to tell something and we never really listened to that silence. For all the weaving of the dreams, the rising... The descend... They stifle the silences.. Don't they! Everyone has so much to tell about their lives that they don't reckon the silences....and when they do reckon I guess they have nothing more to tell.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed a great pleasure to read your observations.
ReplyDeleteThe untold has the best patience...it bears through the lashes of time, indifference of mind and indulgence of destiny....silence is beautifully lonesome...lonely beauty that connects strings of expressions....or lack of it...it speaks when everyone has spent all efforts and xesjre to speak....it is the space where music breeds, love prospers and life matures....for a complete submission to itielf...
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