What am I?
A lost memory
In your heart’s remotest corner!
Yet I exist
In the nothingness of your
Dark lonely burner.
……..
What have I?
Just myself
An illusion
Before you again!
Yet I have
Richly churned out
Warmth
To heal the tear
For greater gain!
……..
Am I not wise?
To sing with triumphant joy
When my woes still lamenting.
Or dance like waves
To slight the pains
Of all the heart’s
Languishing.
………
I feel alive
I do reflect
Beyond own
Conscience call
I run and fly
I creep and crawl
To rise and fall
From dusk to dawn.
……..
Yet, I stand in waiting
Alone, forsaken and despised
On the edge of
A lonely shore
Perhaps to rise again
With all my might
Perhaps to witness that
I stood tall
Amid the vastness
Of turbulent calls
Perhaps to witness that
I mustered courage
To rise again
From dusk to dawn.
very nice, Tanuja
Thanks Safiyyah! Somehow I always felt that if I’m not advancing on daily basis, then it means I’m regressing and I hate to fall behind. I don’t aspire to lead either. I just want to walk this journey of life happily along with everyone. And believe me, each time I rise after a fall I grow a bit more as a human being.
Thank You Sunamu Sir for visiting my post!
I take the precious lesson from this poem. Thanx for sharing.
Thanx Iszy Dear!
Thankyou Shree and Eva! I’m trying to express and your encouragement will never let my spirits to dampen, though I know they are pretty lousy. But, Never Retreating Is My Motto! Ha! Ha! Thanx again!
Yes, Ja…continue on!
And I love that motto…”Never retreat!”
Lovely poem ‘Dusk to Dawn.’ Yes. it does take courage to rise again.
Beautifully worded heart’s pour,
Thanx Shail!
Dear Tanuja,
You are always welcome. A lovely poem. Keep writing.
Thanx Vimaladi, Beny and Sherry! Forgot that it was with Shail. Thanx again for your encouragement.
Good you decided not to be just a reader this time…we would have missed out on this.
I thought you were going to be just a reader this time?! Lovely poem,Tanuja.
Yes, that was what I thought too Ja…
But really love your poem…
A very passionate and arresting title—“From dusk to dawn”
Looking 4ward for more…
Lovely poem, Tanuja.