The Reason...
Faded out as a bygone memory
or remnant as an eminent mystery,
you are always the reason...
who made me realise...
that tears are precious and never to be wasted
but instead be used for nurturing the seed of new hope...
which proliferates into a big tree of new life some day
and thats the reason why,
when you look into my heart...
you would perceive a forest of joy!! :)
the silence...
brought by tears....
would finally be broken
with the gleam of joy
Its not that I'm a tinker to play around with...
but a stalking horse who would conceal the truth!
that no matter how much blood flows,
the walls of my heart shall still sport thy name...
engraved deeply to touch the soul within...
and richly with my life to live in
or remnant as an eminent mystery,
you are always the reason...
who made me realise...
that tears are precious and never to be wasted
but instead be used for nurturing the seed of new hope...
which proliferates into a big tree of new life some day
and thats the reason why,
when you look into my heart...
you would perceive a forest of joy!! :)
the silence...
brought by tears....
would finally be broken
with the gleam of joy
Its not that I'm a tinker to play around with...
but a stalking horse who would conceal the truth!
that no matter how much blood flows,
the walls of my heart shall still sport thy name...
engraved deeply to touch the soul within...
and richly with my life to live in
oi oi satti...
ReplyDeletei notice the transformation is over..
do you?
- Another poet in transformation