Buds are blossoming, fragrances are
spreading around, beautifications of
garden are enriching loving mind,
Petals are withering and dropping
down , fragrances have blown away
as the being of time.
Yet - Garden, the word carrels beautiful
scene in loving mind. Love, such as carries
the stainless happiest feelings in lovers mind.
Flowers are growing on the sense of pure
civilization but its chastity, its veins, its
bloods are ravished by insects and
brutal homosapiens!
Oh! This world invites cordially
those who has glare outside!
inside and outside- wish to
touch in one stride (life)
Come, and be closed with great Soul.
Love and feel how beautiful you are
with HIM
Love is lost on the riot of darkness in
stormy night of life but for tomorrow
morning the love hopefully will come
with morning shined breeze to touch
the graceful heavenly soul
-October 18, 2018 Chattogram
Categories:
carrels, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Broken wings
I fall from the sky.
No longer able to soar.
Pain shoots through my core.
Will i look at myself with shame.
Will I place blame.
I can no longer reach my dreams.
Now descending through the boundless shadows.
Shifting figures loom overhead.
Wind carrels my now shattered wings.
Spiral do the emotions of our life’s
My wings not yet strong enough to escape the pain.
Not yet fast enough to run from the sadness.
Not yet developed enough to last through the seasons.
Not yet thick enough to repels the rejection of the world.
No not yet.
But I will still fly.
For black is the heart that remains closed to the truth.
One does not need to grow wings for we our born with them.
So even if my heart breaks.
Even if my friends leave.
Even if the light dims.
Even if the world stops spinning.
Even if there is no more love.
Even if all is dark.
Even if there is no more believers.
I will fly
yes I will fly with these still beautiful broken wings.
Categories:
carrels, inspirational, life, heart, heart,
Form: I do not know?