The mad hours are over- it seems,
A serene calmness prevails;
Looks like the end of the world,
Beauty of newness herself unveils.
The face is the expression of expressionless,
The mind is sailing freely over the sea;
It is a great time to review,
And to allow your own self to be revealed.
I look into the deep eyes of horizon,
Wondering where to go at the next turning;
In the aisles of the sky, I am lost,
The misty clouds around me are humming.
The chasm of infinity is calling me aloud,
The colours of free creativity-redefining themselves;
There is a zest in my heart,
That is ready to explode the unexplored.
My Soul can't sit idle- food for creativity she needs,
I am yearning for colours to splash the sheets of sky;
Painting rainbows on the infinite canvas so wide and high,
Flying my bees and birds, higher than where the sun and the stars lie.
Amusing! It will be for the human eyes,
When it will be my creation's time;
When colours from my mighty heart's brush will be alive,
Our Creator's eyes with awe will seek an inspiration mime.
Tuesday 11 November 2008
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2 comments:
its never quiet to be silent,
sometimes it speaks a million thoughts.
rushing ahead to find,
the source ,
of a glowing spark, a shimmering sword or a pitch black path.
the truth is not sweet nor is it sour.
the truth of heart , the careless soul.
so taste the tasteless , kiss the scars
dont look at the moon , adore the stars
and you will find an act thats you.
live in do a job thats true.
so never give up a silent try.
earth is cruel , try the sky.......
Don't know you... but looks like you really know me!!! Difficult to accept but can't help it- what you wrote is wonderful and so TRUE!!! Thanks for the lovely post! You are a ruler of such beautiful words that are better than a million pictures together...! Just wanted to know why your own blog is so lonely and empty?
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