using the ink of experience means
leaning on what is known
building on what has been done before-
but what of those things
that move in the realms of the unknown?
The Inuit’s tongue speaks
A hundred words for snow
as in the midst of it
they live and grow
if that is true
for the words we speak
wouldn’t it also flow
that for the passions we most feel
our inner vocabulary is more?
for sure I’ve known
loss and pain
with morbidity had
a mild flirtation
sadness has been a bedfellow
I’ve played with jealousy
and envied greed
with vanity I often meet
I’ve been intimate with fear
fought with guilt
and broken up with anger
with love I’m best friends
happiness smiles at me
in solitude i am at my best
with mirth and joy
i search for peace
abundance and acceptance
are welcome guests
and enthusiasm brings me
the gift of zest
and so on and so forth
i’ve known them all
for better or for worse
but what of those
i know not yet
far away on some distant shore
i do not even know their names
so clueless as to their identity
can’t put a face to any of them
unaware of their personalities
strangers they are
and so will they be
until someday they find me
the only question that is left to be answered -
will I know them when we meet?
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
01.01.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
using the ink of experience means
leaning on what is known
building on what has been done before-
but what of those things
that move in the realms of the unknown?
The Inuit’s tongue speaks
A hundred words for snow
as in the midst of it
they live and grow
if that is true
for the words we speak
wouldn’t it also flow
that for the passions we most feel
our inner vocabulary is more?
for sure I’ve known
loss and pain
with morbidity had
a mild flirtation
sadness has been a bedfellow
I’ve played with jealousy
and envied greed
with vanity I often meet
I’ve been intimate with fear
fought with guilt
and broken up with anger
with love I’m best friends
happiness smiles at me
in solitude i am at my best
with mirth and joy
i search for peace
abundance and acceptance
are welcome guests
and enthusiasm brings me
the gift of zest
and so on and so forth
i’ve known them all
for better or for worse
but what of those
i know not yet
far away on some distant shore
i do not even know their names
so clueless as to their identity
can’t put a face to any of them
unaware of their personalities
strangers they are
and so will they be
until someday they find me
the only question that is left to be answered -
will I know them when we meet?
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
01.01.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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