Exhibiting a burning heart.
Each color of beauty.
The intensity of the hurt in reality!
The lighthouse with directions.
Indicating, everything.
That light cannot be followed,
Nor can it fake to lead.
The noise, hears silence.
Numbness fills the head.
The directionless avalanche
Leaves unbiased traces.
The residue,
That reminds of the world,
That was,
Once, somewhere, somehow.
Fiction or reality,
Meanings are personal.
Words are for many!
Interpretation is unique.
Those lights,
Reminisce hope.
For may be,
Some impact, may see undone.
Just like some stop shining.
May be,
They are the ones, cured.
there is this inherent sense of grief here which is intriguing.
ReplyDeletewonder where it stems
now thats a problem.
ReplyDeletei guess i took "what's in a name?..." from an old english guy a bit too seriously.
If I were named Teresa, wonder if i'd be saintly.
well, never-mind.
had no such intent.
ReplyDeletefound something a bit puzzling on the blog. no longer.
tc
Great.....another one undone....unsaid....unknown.
ReplyDeletei was referring to a certain contrast between your one line status under your name and the blog. apparent but may be not for you.
ReplyDeletei figured it makes sense after viewing the second part, not visible on main page.
said and known
tc
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDelete