Offerings of the Tempest
Life has so much to offer
yet it feels so little and vain
there is so much to think
yet no words to express
so many reasons to live on....yet no reasons at all
I cast my light upon: the object of my Darkness
I cast my love upon: the object of my rancor
I cast my looks upon: the object of my replusion
Casting unto my love
Casting unto my hate
Casting unto my perseverance
I called my life into me, my soul
We met again…
The same silence
The same withered hope within, the same longing and the same emotions surfaced but not a word was said.
Puns expressed indirectly…yet directed with reason.
We spoke as nothing ever happened yet fully aware something did happen.
It was a meeting of irony
But again that hope lingers.
Some day when I will wake up and say, “ Everything is fine…”
I cannot see the world for what it is.
I cannot see the morning sheen
Nor, the evening sky.
It’s dark in here…
For, I cannot make out the insignificant silhouettes against the brazen alcove.
I cannot see the birds I hear chirping.
I cannot see the water I hear gurgling.
I feel helpless
I feel lost
It’s dark in here…maybe not.
Or Maybe I am blindfolded…
Passing through the jaunt called Life
I made mistakes....Unforgivable....not truly
I learnt my lessons from the truths in Life
lies in Life
Doubts in Life
But again I feel I am lost in this life.
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