Guest guest Posted April 30, 1999 Report Share Posted April 30, 1999 Hello everyone. Here is my Spring of 1999 poem. Harsha's Eternal Spring Once there was this mystery set in the dense fog of life nothing appeared clearly and thorn bushes on all sides Being tired I stopped along the road and lay down to rest my back a while a pure spring gushed forth suddenly wet the ground and made me smile Too many body aches to move how with miseries we are wed as hopes played their endless melodies a welcome stillness led once more to a forgotten place and water dripped on my head for naked lovers with no rent to give earth serves as the final bed and peaceful sleep comes easily to a tired, worn out heart That day upon awakening even the air was wet but no ceilings now to keep out the light The building puddle might have drowned me still but I had had my fill of sights and wonders or so I thought when by chance our eyes met A perfect face of such radiance who can resist this innocence and having given up everything it made no sense at all to hold back just my heart The pull, this magic pull, on my decaying orbit, takes away the choice of ever being untrue What voice can speak now and say I loved and lost myself in You Then Saw that You were Me Silence stole us from ourselves For all Eternity. All rights reserved and all that by Harsha (Dr. Harsh K. Luthar) April 1999 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 2, 1999 Report Share Posted May 2, 1999 Harsha (Dr. Harsh K. Luthar) )" >Harsha's Eternal Spring Dear Harsha, what sweet and lovely words to describe the heart love of the Divine. We have autumn here, however the love is as great also in the balmy days, sunny skies and frosty mornings, and the burnt colours of the autumn leaves. The words I read on this list make my heart sing. Now that the time of summer has passed and the trees ever make their way into the dormancy of winter, in the interlude of that which is called autumn lies the promise also of the new in the regeneration of that which has been, passed away, and comes into being anew in the magic of the spring. The love which is of the utmost in the heart of me is that which relates to the words, the sounds, the thoughts of India, of another time long lost but restored in the cells of memory for ever. This is the love which brings tears to the eyes of me, and the deepest longing to be reunited once again. Christel. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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