Clutched in shackles of bondage,
Peace is my destination.
Running cold shivers to the spine,
Tranquility is nothing but a perception.
I walk the aisle of fire,
Draining the truth in vain.
My gumboots ran cold in chilly snow,
Warmth is nothing but a perception.
Cold blood baths wet my land,
Loathing cries pain the new widow.
Sacrifice inherits delirium,
Revenge is nothing but a perception.
Violence ain’t any solution,
Vengeance is no justice.
The able mind to strum the right chord,
Happiness is then a real perception.
Happiness strings music,
Music plays harmony,
Harmony bridges freedom,
Freedom unveils salvation,
Salvation is then nothing,
My only ‘true perception.’
Are these your true feelings or you playing with words?
whatever it is , its Very beautiful expression and poem too.
Its my true felt. Actually was inspired rather moved by the Pulwama episode in Kashmir (India) on 14 Feb’19. Its a take on that.
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thats why its soooo beautiful n heart touching. I can feel that.
Beautiful lines and very nicely expressed. 🙂
Feel the passion in your writings. Yes, the world has changed for the worse and only strong words can bring a positive change. Very Beautifully written. Keep writing. God bless You always
Intriguing poem. I liked your last stanza the best. There is a nice pattern with strong verbs. Not sure I understand, “Salvation is nothing.”