Many a times there is no evidence to many things that are believed very strongly in our lives, sometimes its just our belief... a misconception...or a beautiful illusion....
This poem draws the helplessness of a person to find themselves... be who they are.... despite the way the world judges them.... more so about the evidences of being good doing good and questioned for being so....
here is how i wanna convey it...
"Soaring my tears in the darkness of woe,
sometimes wished if only i could show..
this world that i'm not alone
nor am i a loser anymore....
I treasure a beautiful self intact
that lives, loves and wants to enact...
feel free, happy and united with all,
dwelling towards the soul of universe befall.
yet my loneliness feels so sure
sweeps away my happiness into no more.
Strolling against those odds and twilight...
to ignite my happiness's lore.
never have i given up, nor
will times claim it from me,
to live the way i want to be...
minus those t ears, fears and queries lying morose in me.
even wondered, if i have lived a strong life
facing all odds like the Joan Of Arch.
not easy to smile at odds so harsh,
beautifying the wounded and put life in them...
just that they don't leave any trace
nor written or remembered in this race....
have to track back those smiles in the air
to get an answer of what's left behind in them....."
- Kirthi Kakade
nice mention of "Joan Of Arch", well i didnt know abt her, got across in wikipedia, nicely u gave her the honour.
ReplyDelete& throughout the poem i m seeing the mention of loneliness, why? u think that u r very happy & jolly person, i know u in that way; beautifying the wounded & put life in them.....&
the last paragraph, who dont leave any trace, & wht u need to track back in air
expression of ur inner self is the best,,,,would lov to see more beauties of u