A Look at Life......
And then one morning I woke up from the bed and I saw through the window ,
I saw a beautiful butterfly who could fly..........
"...... beautifully crafted wings
spreading like a rainbow
playing like a child
innocent
flying like an Angel
glowing
reflecting warmth
all over.
A silent arrow
jealous of its glow
kissing through its vein
without warning
without pain
snatching its warmth and
diminishing its glow
forever..........."
A sudden breeze passed by
a silent spectator
Trapped in that zero state
a numb witness
between the morning breeze
the arrow
and
the butterfly
who could fly
no more........
[ Life----- an ephemeral puzzle
philosophers' trouble
childs' playhouse
and a refugee's last resort
Life -----an actor's stage
insanes' asylum
dreamers' heaven
and a fool's paradise ]
Life indeed is the magical mirror,the timeless watch,a dream within a dream where we are proud of our "Being" as well as scared of our "Existenz"............................!!!!
"...... beautifully crafted wings
spreading like a rainbow
playing like a child
innocent
flying like an Angel
glowing
reflecting warmth
all over.
A silent arrow
jealous of its glow
kissing through its vein
without warning
without pain
snatching its warmth and
diminishing its glow
forever..........."
A sudden breeze passed by
a silent spectator
Trapped in that zero state
a numb witness
between the morning breeze
the arrow
and
the butterfly
who could fly
no more........
[ Life----- an ephemeral puzzle
philosophers' trouble
childs' playhouse
and a refugee's last resort
Life -----an actor's stage
insanes' asylum
dreamers' heaven
and a fool's paradise ]
Life indeed is the magical mirror,the timeless watch,a dream within a dream where we are proud of our "Being" as well as scared of our "Existenz"............................!!!!
posted by cosmic clown at 23.2.07
9 Comments:
beautiful n sensitive poems,
meaningful, yet playful,
keep up the good lines,
seeing them makes one's heart full!
(wow, i'm getting to be a poet too!! ;-)
We go to commemorate the man return who is the poem author that touches and of very expressivas illustrations as I hug it friend.
I know that this translation must have been bagunçada, but my English is péssimo
Excellent its drawing! So expressivo and so suggestive with so soft colors. Very Good.
Through our work we must show to the people to the existing importance in the minimum details of the life in all its directions. The world is hardening and hearts are turning rocks, but as sculptors we must sculpture in the hearts the serenity of the images and of the good words of which they can be extracted the humanity who lacks in the break-head of the soul!
Great return, Chakma! Beautiful Text! Sensible image!
i thought i commented on this poem..
its poignantly haunting, the beautiful spirit, the jealousy that suffocates, and the silent spectator.
thanks for your comment..:)
Thanks for your comment.
First: Sorry my terrible english.
I liked your work. Your style is so soft ... so sensitive. We can see through your illustrations and poems ... It feels like a soft dream. In your work we ARE equal, dreamming the same dreams!Congratulations!
AH! You can visit my "house-blog" even when you want, ok? It'll be an honor!
Can I "link" your blog on my page?
Gostei muito do seu estilo, bem leve e totalmente simbólico.
Como meu Inglês é terrível mesmo (acabei ficando com um pouco de vergonha depois de ter escrito ... rsss ...), deixo registrado o quanto achei bacana seu trabalho.
Parabéns e obrigada pela visita e pelo comentário no meu blog.
Hi cosmic clown !
Nice illustration...
I was glad to edit your new poem
in the front page of my blog...
But why there are some more lines here ?
:)
nic one ...so you are also now thinking about life and its puzzles??
hey thank you guys for ur views on this.....
hey dinesh,poetry i feel comes out when the heart sings.....sometimes happy...sometimes sad.....
ehy Saulo.....thanx for ur encouragement....its for others to know that Saulo's writings are very powerful(written in portuguese....just have to translate)full of dreams like evryone of us.....and my inspiration too....
Mystic rose....thank u too for ur sweet comment interpreting me well...indeed
Patricia.....so nice of u to visit my blog...as well as adding me on ur blog link...I am honoured....and as far as english is concerned its just a language.....as we all are dreamers we have common language in our dreams.....
Rai....everybody has to think about life and its puzzle at one point of his life....I feel otherwise there wont be any authenticity in our existence.....I will be unfinished if i dont comment on ur last posting.....GUYS...i think everybody has to look at that picture which Rai has posted....for it acts as the mirror which ahows what we really are........
Nice observations and well expressed!
hey priyankari...so nice of u....
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