Here’s a poem about life. Aishwarya travels within and without, in this verse, in Different Truths.
The sun comes up, it’s time to face the day,
and I think that life shall today be all right-
and as the day wears on I don’t let my nerves fray,
to the hollowness that creeps within me every night.
Having reached crossroads at life, I’m feeling weary,
after the toils of sweat that over years I have shed,
and I’m feeling like the skies too are cloudy and dreary,
like the emptiness within and the heart that has bled.
I know its time to look ahead on the outside,
time to tread life’s journey on a new way –
I’m wonderin’ whether I’ll ever find the strength inside,
to do it all again without going astray.
I have to erase the memories of how it began
sift away the emotions from reality –
I wipe the mirror, dust on my hands,
the shadow clears a new personality.
The wind blows a puff of scented fresh air,
I try to be tranquil, as much I can be,
it lifts my spirits up, out of that dreaded despair,
sensing freedom above, I steer my life free.
I look to the sky, a cloudless sway,
put a conch to my ear, a silent sea,
strange is life, stranger is its ways…
an empty path ahead that connects to me.
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