The Flame Within
It is sometimes focused and loud like a hammer, And yet suddenly, is soft like a whispered stammer, A voice so unique, its meaning only to me discernible, A message so realistic, its impact indismissable. It fires me into a
It is sometimes focused and loud like a hammer, And yet suddenly, is soft like a whispered stammer, A voice so unique, its meaning only to me discernible, A message so realistic, its impact indismissable. It fires me into a
Droplets of dew on tender petals every morning, Beams of sunlight between awaiting leaves peeping, A solitary bloom in a forlorn, unabided desert, The breath of fulfillment after a tiring effort. A sudden cool drizzle on a hot, humid day,
The rising shadow of tomorrow, looks down on the shadow of today, As for today, I know not the difference I made in any way, Much more than the short yesterday, I decide to accomplish, But between achievement & aspiration,
Colourful flowers are seen in bloom, hither and thither, However, at the end of the day, most of them droop and wither, A person who is fit and healthy at the break of dawn, May no longer be alive, to
If I could tell you, when time deems right someday, That, be not deceived by the glint of the early morning ray, Sometimes matters are so complicated, that it’s too early to say, Whether or not you are moving along