In the lacuna between silence’s hush
And the sighs that exhale my angst, my rush,
I lie awake, my mind a restless sea,
A tempest of thought, unbridled and free.
The abyss of silence, vast and deep,
Where echoes of dreams and memories sleep,
Is pierced by the sighs that rise from my chest,
A lament for the lost, a plea for the blessed.
In this liminal space, between two worlds,
Where the veil of reality softly unfurls,
I find myself suspended, adrift in time,
A witness to the sublime and the sublime.
O, space between silence and sighs,
You hold the secrets of the night skies,
The mysteries of the cosmos and the soul,
The tapestry of life, where all things unfold.
In your embrace, I find solace and dread,
A paradox of being, both alive and dead.
For in this liminal space, I am reborn,
A Phoenix rising from the ashes of dawn.
Tag: phoenix
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Impromptu poem
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Mountains do not rise without earthquakes
Anyone going through hard times
Stop a minute
Breathe
Now smile
Give yourself some credit
You have held it together in style
And for a little while
You may find it hard to cope
This slippery slope
Doesn’t last forever
keep hope
Dig down deep
There is no fire
Without smoke
Stoke out the embers of doubt
Raise from the ashes
Like a fucking phoenix
That’s what you’re all about
You’re a badass
Shake off the self-doubt
Do whatever it takesMountains do not rise
Without earthquakes……©VishalDutia
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