Life
When tears fall
life just wants to let you know
that you’re alive
and you’re here.
It wakes you up from that
long deep sleep,
where you are trapped
in this dream...
A world of yours
made up of diamonds.
Wipe your tears now
the soul is done crying
let your heart feel
what you really feel.
Now, breathe…
inhale this pain
this experience
it’ll only make you stronger.
For life awaits
you!
Stand up and walk.
The road ahead is long
and lonely.
Only those who stands up
from the dust of their defeat
have the chance
finding the answers…
those who weep
find themselves
alone in the desert
of their ignorance!!!
Exhale…
for you’ve tasted the best
thing that life has to offer…
and that is to live.
life just wants to let you know
that you’re alive
and you’re here.
It wakes you up from that
long deep sleep,
where you are trapped
in this dream...
A world of yours
made up of diamonds.
Wipe your tears now
the soul is done crying
let your heart feel
what you really feel.
Now, breathe…
inhale this pain
this experience
it’ll only make you stronger.
For life awaits
you!
Stand up and walk.
The road ahead is long
and lonely.
Only those who stands up
from the dust of their defeat
have the chance
finding the answers…
those who weep
find themselves
alone in the desert
of their ignorance!!!
Exhale…
for you’ve tasted the best
thing that life has to offer…
and that is to live.
Comments
Only those who stands up
from the dust of their defeat
have the chance
finding the answers…
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liked this very much Janani.. kalakkureenga ponga :)
I like how the poem starts, full of grace, fresh as the dew. But right in the second para you state
A world of yours
made up of diamonds.
That I felt sounded more like a cliche'.
Eventhough there tends to be no relationship drawn for the heart to differ from the soul, the line is in want for more.
But then to say I dint enjoy the true meaning the poem portarys would be a lie.
So here's to you few lines from one of my favorite Poet.
"In broad daylight yesterday,
I read a Poet's mystic lay;
And it seemed to me at most
As a phantom, or a ghost.
And the Poet's song again,
Passed like music through my brain;
Night interpreted to me
All its grace and mystery."
--Henry W Longfellow
Cheers,
NY?