This existence is regulated by strict orderly pattern and discipline. A Man,on the contrary, by his very own nature desires freedom from everything ,be it any kind of control, discipline, rules, order or regulation etc. He treats the same as different types of bondages. In such a scenario , Conflict between a man and the existence is bound to happen.
I asked the sky to swallow me inside But he refused to do so So I asked the river to help me flow along She said I weighed too much And i better walk away lest I'd drown Then l I asked the wind to carry me with her She paused fr a while And gave me a gruesome look "How can I carry you if you already carry so much guilt on your chest?" Disheartened and grieved , I requested the earth to bury me inside her She too denied , for I would hv to turn to dust to be one with her and that she can't take me alive. Then I pleaded the fire to burn me to ashes For I have none to grant me salvation Those flames of purity tried to grab me But they couldnt. Disappointed and exhausted I asked them all together To help me liberate through my misery They wondered why would I ask so For I was young And brave But Then asked me to wait, Conspiring against my wishes Soon after The sky gave me a pair of wings to fly To wander alone up and high ,to find my destiny The water showered me with her power The beauty Of lightness and consistency To be persistent and ever flowing in this journey of mine The wind asked me to flow along but With no strings attached Worthy of my every deed, And Soar High Always as light as a feather The earth then nurtured me with her buds of faith and fruits of patience and temperance The fire advised me Not to chase her but the darkness in me To tame my own demons and play with my own fire, Fiercely and delicately For it's the only thing that will keep me alive and set me free.
Dear #wanderers of #Universe Have a glance and drop a #star or #scar in accordance with your feelings to the verse. Your suggestions are heartiest welcome. ---------------------------------------------------------- ** To all those stars you hide within 'O' Star etched soul, smile and shine Don't hesitate to twinkle before tumbling into the void Claim your precious presence that none can avoid.
Don't burry your lucid lustre Devour darkness with ardent valour In the dark night of despair and fear The bright stars of love and hope shimmer, truly forever.
Which one do you prefer? A shabby scar or a shimmery star? Tattered existence or an exquisite one? **
* GLOSSARY : Star etched - Decorated with stars, Tumble - Fall down, Void - Blank space, Burry - Cover, Lucid - Bright, Lustre - Glow or Glaze, Devour - Destroy or Consume, Ardent - Passionate,Valour - Courage, Despair - Hopelessness, Shimmer - Shine, Shabby and Tattered - Miserable or Poor, Exquisite - Beautiful *
When you're alone, with nothing to say. When you're alone, with no dream to wish. When you're alone, with no one to guide. When you're alone, with no tears left to cry. When you're alone, with no words to write. When you're alone, with no memories to think of. When you're alone, with no recollection of yesterday. When you're alone with no hope for tomorrow. When you're alone, with no memory of love, joy or happiness. When you're alone, so alone, like the only one is existence. Then, would you remember me?
Well you can read it not only from a pov of tree but also relate with our own life cycle. The first para signifies our birth right from our mother's womb to surviving as a toddler , then happy moments of childhood daily learning something and growing into a teenager where we experience love, pride and chase a purpose to work, then its mid age where we experience hardships ,some bitter farewell, loneliness and try to see the good in every bad and at last in old age we try to look back at all our deeds, we grief sometime and then we feel proud too, we learn how much all those hard days helped us to grown into the person we are today and at last we accept the sweet sleep of death, leaving our existence behind in some form to preach our next generation.we all have emerged from the same soil and one day we all will be buried in this soil only. ~ (random writings at its peak) @writersnetwork@miraquill#once#start#wod#pod#ceesreposts#tree#life#existence#heal . #dewdrop
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