Saturday, November 19, 2005

'Vicissitudes Of The Heart'

If the ethereal moon waxes and wanes,
Oceanic tides ebb and flow,
Autumn leaves,
Fall and grow...

Then what of this poor heart?



If mountainous heights erupt in ashes,
The stable earth quakes and shivers,
Sun-kissed skies turn to gloom,
How can this faltering soul remain in bloom?



When the meadows lose their luscious sheen,
And firey hues replace brilliant greens,
When everything we touch is not all it seems
And nothing remains of its former gleam.



How can I still this tumult within?

As the desert blazes in noon's heat
Dunes shifting and sliding
To the winds beat,
I yearn for remembrances,
Of eternal peace.



But if the selfsame sky can be both bright and bleak,
And starry nights yield lightning streaks,
If empty shells of distant memories still weep,
Can this fickle vessel be blamed
For a single tranquil moment it can't seem To keep?



Against this pulsating universe,
I can't compete!
I simply can't compete.


(by-Maliha)

http://jannah.org

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