I stand listening to the sound of the sea on the shore,
I feel stirrings deep in my being, an excitement that fills me to the core;
I feel the need, the thirst to know,
Questions that haunt me cloud my vision and yet they show…
A long winding path that lies before me,
Beckoning me, tugging at my soul, there are more things than my eyes can see…
I must make my way alone, arming myself with love and faith,
Even though I feel hopeless and scared with every passing breath.
I need to walk down the road,
To find my way or to be lost again.
and how do we know we have found our way or we are lost ?
ReplyDeleteMay be we are never lost in life may be it has just one way, the one which we always take, rest are all illusions ...
I had asked a friend this morning,do we make a choice and or does a choice makes us?
ReplyDeleteI think life is not that lonely.....its melodious but a little depressive.... although I think this is the best poem.....ses a bnglai boli.... "path harabo bolei ebar pothe nemechi..."
ReplyDeleteI m lost in the depths of these thoughts... Awesumm!!!
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