There is always this hope,
the light at the end of tunnel,
but our hope is in the cave,
the never ending darkness,
the never ending peace.
From a distance it all seems chaotic,
the dark cave and a solitary life,
but come in closer and you see,
a name, an address, Mr X lives here,
and a shot down aurora that resides,
when the sky is clear in the mild winter,
if hell is living in the lava below the earth,
the heaven is not something opposite,
living in the cave, it’ll break you apart,
but will also give hope for a tomorrow,
which is glorious yet obvious.
Tag Archives: Hope
There is always this hope,
On a cold winter afternoon,
I put on my hiking shoes,
and catch a train to the place,
where ocean meets the cliffs.
I’ll never be tired,
of finding beautiful spots,
that smells of solitude and poetry,
where life is a smiling thing.
I see ships sailing in the horizon,
tides delivering kisses from land,
their memories brushed by breeze,
loved ones who are out of reach.
I watch the birds flying above me,
the sunlight nipping my scalp,
book in my hand and thoughts in head,
the birds drifting alone in the open air.
The vast blue ocean reminds me,
of your presence in the world,
the path to you is now hidden,
in the depth of your eyes.
I know that nothing can be changed,
that past is the bridge to nowhere,
I should have written a letter,
explaining my empty hopeless feeling.
Today, even when you are gone,
the light of your presence still remains,
I am hopeful of tomorrow,
when we will meet and share a silly joke.
This spot is my comfort zone,
A dot looms in the distance,
I put my headphones on,
and watch this world pass by.
A long step back and four steps front,
And how I waited for you there,
The lonely mountain was the place
where we were supposed to meet
You turned up late and I was gone
back to my town in the January cold.
The restless sleep and the sadness of heart
was unexplained to the hungry stomach
I lost control of space and time around me
and all I wished was a bubble wrap in space
You didn’t come and I felt lonely again,
in my small room beside the lake.
It snowed next morning in winter’s glory
the tea was hot and my heart was cold,
the minions by my bed still cheered
for there was hope that you would return,
Little rain drops poured from the clouds above,
And I thought my universe cries for me.
A kid came to my house and told you were there
plucking roses from the garden and waiting for me
Oh the poetry in the winds were calling my name
and I knew that second that I had to see you
O lovely winds, call my name again
for the year has started on a bright note
That afternoon, I rode the fastest horse to claim you
To bring you in my arms and proclaim my love,
when I reached your town you were there, waiting
for you knew I would come and take you away,
And so we rode on the road never travelled
and promised to start a new life in an untouched land..
- It’s 2014!!! (katspeakshermind.wordpress.com)
Written for the day 2 challenge of OctPoWriMo 2013 . The theme of todays post was finding those unusual places where you find poetry. While I think its the simple things from nature that can inspire any heart to weave a poetry out of the words. Another day where I have been able to write for OctPoWriMo. I only hope I finish this month with 31 Posts. And until then Happy reading.