The black the white the gray of life

The black the white the gray of life

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Listening to Silence

On a bed of brown,
Enveloped by the graceful greens,
Truth that lies,
Like a mother’s warm lap.
Sleep sets in.

Muttering like a lullaby,
The beautiful mid-noon breeze,
Cooling my forehead,
Thoughts of tomorrow are lost finding me.
Worries of yesterday don’t haunt me.
Searching despair, hope suddenly greets.
Content I donate breath,
To liven a dead belief.

I’m forgetting foes,
I’m forgiving my dreams,
I’m competing against time,
I’m winning.

It is so utterly beautiful,
A rendezvous with my spirit.

What does it mean to die and decay,
If not this?
Listening to silence,
Finally peace.

4 comments:

  1. In the journey of life its better to go peacefully than to rush toward everything
    nice poem
    super like

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  2. @ Chirag

    Thanks for appreciating. :)

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