Bunch Of Poems – Simple Floating Philosophies
Bunch Of Poems – Simple Floating Philosophies
Man is but a frail mortal walking the tightrope,
The tightrope of life…
1.The Tightrope Walker – Bunch Of Poems
I am a tightrope walker,
I walk on invisible rope of life,
That stretches to infinite distance,
Eternal foe to my vitality.
I am a tightrope walker,
I walk on this thin rope of existence,
And sway from side to side,
As winds of misfortune battle with me.
I am a tightrope walker,
I walk on these designed knots.
With hesitated steps I move,
Over the interwoven shrewd uncertainty.
I am a tightrope walker,
Untie the knot and fall down.
Without bending I have to walk,
Bearing the jolt of pain that this hurdle inflames.
I am a tightrope walker,
I will never stop until,
I descend to the applause of heavens,
And looking back now I see,
Those past interwoven knots untie themselves,
Elucidating their reason for existence.
And this rope is entwined with strings of destiny..
2.Destiny – Bunch Of Poems
I sit on destiny’s back,
As it flies against the tempests
And the goal in my mind,
To guide us both.
The voices down below
Shout in my head
To fly a little higher.
I try to fly higher,
To reach out for the clouds,
Vapour they are
They slip out of my outstretched fingers.
But the voices keep bellowing
As they do not fathom,
That it is not me
But my destiny which is flying
and I am just a mere traveller.
I walk..
I fly..
But where does this trail end?
3.Oblivion – Bunch Of Poems
Sitting in the cage of thoughts astray
I reminisce and repaint the beginning
When it started with a white canvas
But will end in black nothingness.
It is easy to sow the seed of mortality
But hard to nurture it into a tree
Whose branches thrive and spread
Entangled in an obscure pattern.
The blue sky up above , a maneuver
Beseeching to unfold my wings
Which takes great gallantry
With vicious ground as foe .
I will leave my footprints,
On this sand of gold
Waves will come in tender pace
And take them to Oblivion…
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