Behold, it comes out of sight,
The thought that is conceived in a spark,
The sun that is born in the dark,
The broken shades of a thousand lights.
It is word that never spoke,
And grief never felt,
A fragrance never smelt,
A mortality never in a choke.
It is joy within sorrow,
It is a mortality on a borrow,
It is a figment that we follow,
It is a today within tomorrow,.
It is music for the deaf;
A patient wait of a sailor coming home;
A word written on sand or stone;
Or a path traced by the flow of a leaf
It is a calm from with in.
It is a heart that never felt alone,
A tribute to the fallen ones,
And the lyrics of the ancient songs,
It is found again in secret unknown.
It is a birth between two deaths,
A pause before your first kiss,
The void in space and bliss,
Only to be held with in breaths.
A bird flying high into the heavens,
A birthday candle waiting for it's blow,
A man in prayer dropping his bow,
A Goal finding us in common.
I seek Home!
Isn't that what the journey is all about?
Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Amin
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2 comments:
The greatest are the Journeys, that brings US Home.....
Thanks that you considered me worthy of commenting amid the stalwarts here.
:)
I saw that evry stanza's atleast 2 lines follow a same syllable pattern, which You must have done unconsciously. Cheers for that.
And this one is unusually Shiv-esque as far as the rhyming goes, and typical Shiv-esque
as far as the thoughts 4rm an UNTAMED MIND goes ..............
I thought u wd always score betr in ur off-beat profound stuffs rather than the usual deep ones.
Well, this one went well.
rock u mate.
i have a few hundred of them floating around in my mind.. but to bring out without a pattern is what i'd like to do..
i don't want to be stereo typed.. thats why trying everything new, informal, classic.. any pattern and form..
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