On the wings of my spirit, I shall rise again,
From the black abyss, of my lost self.
Deep and dark have the forsaken paths been,
I have long walked all alone, in moonless nights,
Searching for a dawn, where a sweet sunlight,
Of peace and hope welcomes me, all smiling.
A burnt and parched stretch of earth I have long been,
Where are those torrents of Love, to wash my pain and sins?
Yet in the arcane, forgotten forests of my heart,
A nightingale still croons the songs of eternal love.
I shall stand on the snow clad peaks, the silence of space about me,
And on the flute, with the breaths of life, play a note of final bliss.
6 comments:
after a long time, read ur work..seriously too good
Been ages since i read the tat-sat poem :D
Have u stopped posting @ Ah Poetry? !
btw this one was more of a retrospection kind :)
Loved it !
Very nice and uplifting post ..... the way your poems are transfiguring into positivity from " black abyss, of your self" ...... is a welcome change :)
what happ anna? itna senti and transitional poem? in a way it is very much like you and in a way very unlike you....the end defines you....
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