shadows and
light
play with
the mind
many shades
of grey
unsure and
infinite
crowding
sanity
choices
irresolute
as hesitancy
abounds
but
sometimes somewhere
the glisten
of a tress
the plane of
a cheek
the curve of
a lash
grasp the
heart in a fist
definitely,
lucidly
as sure as a
heartbeat
as unfailing
as breath
the blacks
and whites of life...
Wow, love this poem. The never ending struggle to understand our true self, right and wrong, good and bad etc. Answers usually come to us in the form of love. Then it's no longer grey, it becomes pure black and white.
ReplyDeleteGreat work Malie!
Thanks Thisara, spot on! a not-so-black and white poem for a black and white picture? :)
DeleteNow you are writing your own poems. it is a bold step forwards ! great ! Keep it up! It can be translated for your next appearance in 'Wides Kawi' in Dinamina.
ReplyDeletethaththa, thanks- 'my own' poems are very few and far in between!
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