Like the dust falling from a hand
The dust taken to see the directions of the wind,
I scatter, falling, everybit apart, though
My existance for a purpose be,
I remain oblivious as i fall,
Of the fate that shall be mine,
Of the choices i could make
I would only say,
the reflection of the stars in the water,
Be the image; not the stars you think you see,
And so perhaps, I, the son of Adam
Did ever follow the fate so meant for me

And any choices i think i made,

Was indeed, fate, beguiled thus!

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Through The Light In The Dark

Down I went, wings ablaze,

Spiraling in to the  depths

of the dark corners

and the deep trenches of despair.

In darkest of the dark,

my sight was defeated by the

absence of light.

On the edge of a looming doom,

I found a light within my heart,

I saw what my eyes had long concealed,

what my dreams had often revealed,

though brushed aside by logic.

The  reality manifest in the dark,the senses could not perceive.

My soul, I find, when liberated,

has wings,

Time is limitless,

Eternity is love,

transcending and transforming,

Unraveling the mysteries to the beauty of Being,

The meaning of life,

And the relation It enjoys with the creation.

Io! I relate to the blades of grass

and to the droplet that leaves the cloud to be water

and then merges with the soil to be green,

to be seen,

I relate to each color of the rainbow,

to every streak of light,

and then back to dark, where I found the truth I had long been searching for,

which I had but failed to see until the Dark,

Through the light in the dark!

You never left!

I thank “Jingle Poetry” (http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/) and its team for holding the events in order to further the beauty of expression and by providing  poets a forum for sharing their works with the rest.  With the thanks extended, I accept my “Perfect Poet award” with gratitude and nominate “nano1982” for her writing “Sparkle in Love” (http://nohaemile.wordpress.com/2011/03/06/sparkle-in-love/)

 

Here is the writing that won the love of “Jingle Poetry” and Yours…..:

In the sweet remembrance of those who lost their lives when a 9.0-magnitude earthquake hit the Pacific coastal areas of northeastern and eastern Japan on March 11, triggering enormous tsunami leaving 10,151 people dead and 17,053 others unaccounted for by 10:00 a.m. local time:

On the once peaceful shores of Okinawa,

When I came to find you,

I saw you in the wayward growth of the

flowers on the shore,

and in the warmth of your presence in the wind,

I felt you,

I heard your voices when the birds sang,

and I thought to myself,

you never did leave the shores

of Okinawa!

 

I thank “Jingle Poetry” (http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/) and its team for holding the events in order to further the beauty of expression and provide poets to share their works with the rest.  With the thanks extended, I accept my “Perfect Poet award” and nominate “nano1982” for her writing “Sparkle in Love” (http://nohaemile.wordpress.com/2011/03/06/sparkle-in-love/)

A giving Heart!


Break the bones of winter’s sorrow,

Rise above the skeptics’ scorn,

Brave the ills of a luckless morrow,

With a heart of gold and faith to follow.

A million woes, should not restrain,

Your giving heart, whence,

the aching world,

And I, may borrow.

(This poem was written as an apology to my wife after an argument)

In Search of You!

I am here at the altar,

I beseech You for an answer,

I saw you wandering in the dark,

and running seamless in a streak of light,

I saw you singing at a shrine,

I saw you crying at the funeral of a loved one,

I saw you angered by the mob that chased you and

the kids that poked you with a stick because you

were homeless and dirty, you were crazy they said,

I saw you praying in synagogue, I saw you kneeling in a church,

I saw you in a mosque, I could say you were at home,

I saw you raging in the waters and thundering in the clouds,

I saw you red, I saw you green, I saw you in the rainbow,

And on the palette of an artist, wanting to be painted,

Yearning to be seen,

I saw you in the wisdom of an old man’s whisper,

and in the follies of the youth that sees nothing but his dreams,

I looked around and I saw you, I closed my eyes and I saw you,

I looked at me and I saw you,

I saw you as I saw me,

I was wondering if you could tell me,

All this while,

had I been looking for myself?!