Tuesday 18 November 2014

Listening to smiles...

a journey forward step by step;
eyes wander back at times---
blurred images in bright and dull hues,
 a journey forward;
you look forward, a little of the tears
brimming on edges from yester years,
each step carries dust and sand
of aisles passed by, fragrance of
forlorn thoughts, sighs and laughs
like the wind brushing against your skin;
you carry many summers, autumn, winter
and spring, you carry a soul full---

Drank the drizzles
Sweated in summer
Curdled in winter
I sprouted in spring
Of whatever I carried
And life’s cipher is my soul
Of change and acceptance

A journey forward, step by step;
learning each day
that I was not perfect
that I am not perfect
that at the end
a smile will be enough
for every question---

the truth resides in a heart
that bears the sweetest smile.




5 comments:

  1. This made me sad to think of the sweet smile of truth, although the cycle you present in the poem is hopeful. I know the smile must be genuine and not a mask. It feels so lonely.

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  2. When we think....it is awesomeness...and it is lonely....of course.. sad....it is so difficult to perceive 'Aham Brahmasmi'......

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  3. Drank the drizzles
    Sweated in summer
    Curdled in winter
    I sprouted in spring... wow, that is nicccce

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  4. I love your poem-so many layers of truth ripple the inward smile!

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