Does it profit me to gain the whole world?
Satisfaction is but a fleeting emotion, I want to to be satiated 
Fill me up with love, until my cup of joy spills over
That I might share with you
That I might show you a glimpse of what is mine 
Leave you jealous, wanting more
I laugh 
I cry 
I die a hundred deaths 
And then, born again, maybe I learn to love. 
Time is but a beginning 
Of the end 
When I know what love is. 
The music flows gently 
I hear, but I cannot listen 
Like the heart that loves, but does not care 
Like the soul that prays, but does not believe 
Like the mind that thinks, but does not meditate. 
My thoughts scatter like scared gazelles 
Leaping across the universe of my mind 
Why do they flee? 
Be still, I tell my mind.
I mouth the words of a prayer 
They are a litany to be repeated
When I ask God for more 
Trust, I tell my soul. 
And what of my heart? 
I long 
I sigh 
The notes fall softly 
If I can learn to hear 
Can I learn to love? 
Can I?
4 comments:
Hmm...can see someone is turning poetic
neat poem..whom is it by?
Who do you think will be fool enough to write and publish bad poetry? Surely not Byron, or Yeats...
Nicely written, Hawkeye! Thanks for sharing this with us! :)
Love claims yet another casualty *sigh*
Nice lines sir - Yeh dil maange more :-)
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