Friday, September 25, 2009

The bloom of life

The rose,
cognizant of
its perils
of the
morrow,
still exhibits
a grand grace
of budding
and blooming;
the colors
and fragrances
on full heartfelt offer
to all the passers-by;
and not just those
who turned
the soil at its feet
in the garden
one misty dawn.....

And I,
with a choice
of life,love and liberty
throughout,
still crib
and hold back;
a glare here,
sometimes a stare
in anger,
a turning away,
a closing of the heart,
sometimes,
the mind;
pushing the future
to be
just so........

When all is said and done
the petals lie
in a soft carpet
sprinkled with dew
happy at the end of life...

And I
at the end of mine,
still searching,
but
have
not yet
found it......

5 comments:

  1. Ahh....the story of so many...so many....beautiful Suranga....

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  2. Indeed it is the story of so many as Braja has written. So very beautiful and touched a personal spot for me. Thank you!

    Enjoy!

    Sylvia

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  4. Lovely lines! Perhaps that is the drawback of being humans- our lives are more complicated?

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  5. Beautiful thoughts in such a lovely string of words..theres so much to learn from nature..

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