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: rebirth
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Impromptu poem
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Twilight Serenade
Tattered parchment interlaces, whispered folklore breathes,
Fractured stanzas beg solace on zephyr’s eve,
Tears stained with indigo, ensnared amidst literary err.
Shards pirouette in twilight’s spectral glow,
Ethereal echoes of sagacity, scarcely on show,
Puzzling literature, an enigma the muses bestow.
Unraveled verses, a symphony of elegance embraced,
Time’s gentle caress, a bitter-sweet chase,
Within the scattered lexicon, immortality embraced.
Neglected storylines, once cherished in hearts,
Long for rebirth, for readers to impart,
Dreams resurrected, as optimism imparts.
Lingering upon the floor, reluctant spirits persist,
Resolute against destiny’s indomitable tryst,
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The Changing Seasons
The Changing Seasons
Version 1
The seasons change with each passing year,
As winter fades to spring’s sweet grace,
The world is reborn, fresh and clear.Summer comes with warmth and cheer,
Golden days and balmy nights embrace,
The seasons change with each passing year.Autumn hues, a palette so dear,
As nature paints with vibrant grace,
The world is reborn, fresh and clear.With every turn, a shift appears,
As time moves on, at its own pace,
The seasons change with each passing year.Yet in this change, there’s naught to fear,
For every season has its place,
The world is reborn, fresh and clear.So let us welcome each new frontier,
And revel in nature’s wondrous space,
The seasons change with each passing year,
The world is reborn, fresh and clear.Version 2
The seasons change with each passing year, As winter fades to spring’s sweet grace, The world is reborn, fresh and clear.
Summer comes with warmth and cheer, Golden days and balmy nights embrace, The seasons change with each passing year.
Autumn hues, a palette so dear, As nature paints with vibrant grace, The world is reborn, fresh and clear.
With every turn, a shift appears, As time moves on, at its own pace, The seasons change with each passing year.
Yet in this change, there’s naught to fear, For every season has its place, The world is reborn, fresh and clear.
So let us welcome each new frontier, And revel in nature’s wondrous space, The seasons change with each passing year, The world is reborn, fresh and clear.
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Rebirth of a Dream
The shadows of night slowly fading,
A new light emerging in the morning.
The eyes of my soul awaken,
Ready to explore what lies ahead.An opportunity for new beginnings,
To start again and cast away doubts.
A chance to make my dreams reality,
And to live life with no uncertainty.A chance to take control,
And give my dreams full control.
To explore, to create, to live,
This is my chance to be reborn and be alive.
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Pieces
I spent years trying to pick up
The pieces of a puzzle
That would never feel complete
And when I got close
To her completion
Death was there
To congratulate meAnd after her passing
People continued to feel
Like problems and projects
Never getting too close
But somehow loving so much
Only to discard them
Like broken objectsAnd with you I found solace
In the illusion of completeness
Maybe I wouldn’t need to
Try so hard to bring happiness
To a man with little grievancesBut much like my past
I found myself splitting
Apart at the seams
In order to love someone
Who needed me to put together
All of their broken dreams©VishalDutia
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