The times have changed, the life is same We are searching harmonies in dissonance
huffing on others, sulking on self
caught in hues; dumping all cues
i am looking to the solution, in the spirit of time
walking the cay
cornering my fey
i found me on the verdant earth hiding beneath the aegis of a RAY
the RAY that is of hope killing despair!
the RAY that is of trust lightening the crepuscular betrayal!
the RAY that pops out caterwauls and let the canorous symphony play!
the RAY that follows the straight path without faltering
that never deviates
that is bellwether of a fine bright morning
that is an afflatus
the RAY is infinite............... so are thoughts!!
there is an origin but no end, there is direction that is in our hands
join hands to hold the thoughts, to pause the wavering
thoughts shall carve the coming years........
:) The hope is immortal
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- Neha
- The awful shadow of some unseen Power floats though unseen among us; visiting this various world with as inconstant wing as summer winds that creep from flower to flower. It visits with inconstant glance each human heart and countenance; like hues and harmonies of evening. Why it swiftly pass away and leave our state, this dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? Ask why the sunlight not for ever weaves rainbows over a mountain-river, Why anything should fail and fade that once is shown, Why fear and dream and death and birth cast on the daylight of this earth such gloom, why man has such a scope for love and hate, despondency and hope?
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