
Puzzles of a story
churning in my soul
The medium stays running
Where do I find the source?
Painful to live in the past
So the future is where I reside
The makings of a story
rustier every night
Sunbeams on my eyes
I wake up to tonight
A blank slate of calm for a while
Then the while simply dies
Troubles of the heart
take time to come to the mind
But the body takes the toll
There’s only so much you can ignore
There’s a story in my mind
about all the fearful times
‘Fear nothing’, someone says
I always see past their lie
I see through their life
their story full of sighs
quite similar to mine
a story that hides
Eyes different than mine
see the story of my fire
Comfort and good energies
a cup of coffee in our stride
A walk through the fabric of time
She sees what’s inside
There i lay hiding
There i lay fearful
There i see a hand
to take me out from inside
I hold the hand to be born again
The hand simply lies
I tumble back in my mind
But a hope reignites
I help myself to be outside
I help myself to be outside I
I help myself and I die
Help myself, I’m alive
Dear Rahul Gaur,
Thank you for composing such a thoughtful post. I shall share some of the burden of your solving the puzzle as follows:
Happy June to you and your family soon!
Take care and prosper!
Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
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Beautiful poetry! Thank you for sharing
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Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
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