The world still so beautiful,
the feelings still so fresh.
Dreaming on and on,
Is that whats called moving on?
The sudden boldness and power
with each heartbeat and hour,
and all the fears gone...
Can that be called moving on?
So tough, yet i try,
to stand firm and tall on my feet.
But its hard not to cry,
when its raining in this heat.
To walk around the alleys
of one dark door,
knowing not what lies beyond...
Disregarding open doors along the way,'
I'm moving on',I still say.
We learn as we grow.
We learn as we move.
I learnt, the word 'impossible'...
attached with forgetting a something-so-special.
People come to go in a while,
Even storms don't last a dime,
Nothing lasts forever, they say
And i begin to accept it that way.
But seasons come again,
and months and days repeat,
a new cycle always begins
and i may still be moving on-in circles!
4 comments:
yar...u do wonders...highlighting the impossible and the unsaid....gr8 attempt..i liked every bit f the poem...and the way u ended it...that hope mixed with pain..really a gud 1...:)that moving in circles...the beauty f wrds is gr8...:)hats off...
simply speaking..all emotions woven so well...
last line of poem..."and i may still be moving on-in circles!"...was just beautifull....
wish i cud express myself as nicely and superbly as u do...!!!
move on n on....too energetic n wow!
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