Words
Oh perhaps this is my last poetry contest
I wonder if I have reached the zenith of my conquest
a journey meant to explore unventured universes
to sprinkle my experiences through words in this world
Words
as plain as I wonder the last obstacles could be
as strong as I wish the last desires would be
as peaceful as I dream the last aurora would be
as deep as I believe the last impact should be
as mesmerizing as I see the last dreams could be
as raw as I think the last passions might be
as hopeful as I wish the last days would be
as beautiful as I wish the last moments should be
as soulful as I believe the last whispers would be
as profound as I wonder the last imaginations could be
I write words, mere words, to pour all that my soul says
just a matter of words to express the voice of my heart
and somewhere I wish those words play their part well
by reaching out to souls who read them sometimes.
Yes somewhere I wish to bring peace to souls which read them
words that might seem soothing, that might show them mirrors
for who they are and who they want to be if this is my last muse
let them be pulled out of the darkness they live in
let my last words reduce the dilemma of their souls
let my muse show me my own roads out of the fog.
I write words, mere words, to pour all that my soul says
to voice the souls which seek their strengths
on hopeless nights when there's too much to share
a lot still left to be done for that desired peace
I realize life is short to do it all at once
yet I'd give it a try when there's so much to write
places still left to be visited in solitude I wonder
my last words might be the instruments I play with
unable to weave the unknown magic in words for everyone
and of those stories behind everything
the wind, the beauty, the bliss, the river, the clouds
the pains, the smiles, the love, the turmoil, the hopes
I cannot put everything into words with which I play
Ah! My last words might not say it all
I am a weak human being at times
unable to portray their beauty
Life is too short to write about everything
and I am just another traveller attempting to do it
whom the world might never remember
but one day I will have written some of it through words
till then the muse in the last poetry contest would suffice.
July 20, 2020
If this was my last poetry contest poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 2nd Place
Copyright © Aditi Mishra | Year Posted 2020
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