Friday 27 March 2015

Finding beauty....




Courtesy Google




The flowing river, calm and deep
with all its secrets drowned deep,
silent, and my eyes behold beauty there;
and when seasons change, when mountains
roar out all its vengeance
she tears away her blanket
and dances her tune, pours out her tears,
laughs out loud, and she finds her inner beauty;
I was awestruck, but longed to tune in with her tune
to find meanings for meanings
and not for gains
I am learning to tune in with her tune
to be true to the inner soul
to know even the tiniest flower opening
to walk over the wet grass and feel them tickling

the depth inside mocks out at the outer world
but a little butterfly called happiness
flying inside smiles on all flowers outside;
the fiesta of life is so simple, to smile
so deep, to take shelter
so mysterious, to quench the thirst

to tune in with the tune, to keep calm and to pour out,
to be alive, and so brightens up the aura, the love;  
beauty is entangled with rooted grass of truth
and flying spirit of soul…





Visit dVerse poets pub for more


8 comments:

  1. The river and the tickling grass.. what wonderful images of love.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Entering the river, feeling the grass tickle and the butter fly:
    "the fiesta of life is so simple, to smile
    so deep, to take shelter
    so mysterious, to quench the thirst ..." Such beauty.

    ReplyDelete
  3. I really feel the deep appreciation of nature that you have in this poem. I think this can be appreciated if we "tune in with her tune."

    ReplyDelete
  4. Very beautiful to read...the fiesta, butterflies, reminds me of the approaching spring with all the blooms unfolding ~

    ReplyDelete
  5. "to tune in with the tune, to keep calm and to pour out,
    to be alive, and so brightens up the aura, the love"

    This said it all for me. Beautiful images throughout this poem. Can't wait for spring!

    ReplyDelete
  6. This poem was flowing, calm, and deep, just like the river it started with. Peace, Linda

    ReplyDelete
  7. Pretty.... reminds me of some of my favorite classics - though not saying that your style is the same as Dickinson. Souls are the same... Beautiful

    ReplyDelete