"symbolization" poems
Glorifying amidst the snowy mountains bestowing
rivers with a splendid shine searching a land
to shower its warmth in a dense grassland,
sun rises with the dawn
like the spring blooming life in the lawn.
Cold on the cemetery lay like the corpse,
the flower in concealed corner of the lawn.
Life rejuvenates it to exhibit its charisma.
With its exquisite grace,
life fills the daffodils
blooming merrily in the meadows
with the exotic flush of odor enchanting thee .
Life of seven ages leaps and exits slyly like a stranger.
Neither the witty nor the wisest nor do the philosophers
can bamboozle the fate, neither can they preconceive
the lot ,the fate has in store in each slot
hence live the life with fullest enthusiasm and zeal,
the chariots of life bridging
the expedition between birth and rebirth.
Struggle the chill like a gladiator
stand undeterred by the worldly woes.
Life is symbolization of bluebells,lavenders
hedychiums planted on a deserted road,
blend of happiness and agony .
Surrendering to agony is pure escapism.
Each has to surrender on the altar of death
a day or later ,
but till life why not worship the life
like an idol enshrined in the temple
so when thee are asked of
satisfaction in the heavens high
thou may not quote "alas it could have been a day later"
rather thou may be the most enlightened
devotee to stay in the state of bliss and utmost salvation.
Men say life is mortal
But life is eternal you see,
the life is like a divine cascade of holy waters,
one drop dies ,other rejuvenates to life.
Till the nature lives, shall live
the men and generations yet to come.
Life is pouring like the nectar from the heaven's brink,
quite insane it would be to not drink the summary of life.
BY CHANDAN SHARMA
Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 12:09 PM UTC
As beautiful as can be
Her scent can light up
The scenery
Cold stares from everyone
Looking around astound
By her presence
How could such a rose
Grow in a dismantle environment
No rain no sunshine
Nothing but a big ebony rose
Out of no where?
Nobody could judge the peddles
The peddles represent the damage
Done over the years by mankind
As a symbolization of Mother Nature
Saying she can still make
Beauty out of ugly
Since sin is buried through out of the Lands
In the heartless world where i stand
How can i be a Man?
When im consolidated by an invisible imprisonment ?
Well the rose told me that no matter what
You can still shine through out
The good the bad and the ugly
None can judge me
No one can stop me but me
So i take my damaged peddles
Nurture them with care
Look into the celestrials
Free my soul no longer a pedestal
To mankind enslavement
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
If you walk in my room you'll see candles, flames burning next bibles.
An accurate symbolization of my life, destruction so close to survival .
They say that the messiah is coming, will you run to or from at the sight of his arrival?
Our people have become so obsessed with being out front they've forgotten, to lead you must first be a disciple.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
I awoke this morning and decided to enjoy or work the day to the most brightest full....
The more I worked out of pure wish to thrive and enjoying those who enjoy my company, thick or thin..
I saw my own rainbow...
I felt the relief of worry fall from my mind. The balance of self and beauty came back.
I was ready...
For a newer way to begin.
I might have been hurt by many so many times before.
I got sick of my trust walls blocking my time to be sweetly spent with those I have just met or friends I have bumped into, along my days path.
Wether it to get to and from work
Or to share more content with a world in which to make my love a creativity a job.
The ways in which I approached each barrier became as bright as the sun.
Burned right through the wall dividing me from just anyone.
All my positive works had already warmed other's and reinforced a new life, which I have started to make for myself, as each moment begun.
I am sick of despair's cages. So I broke free.
Now the old me is freer to be what I allays could be.
In time, people shall see the new and free me.
Moments are truly like the movie "What about Bob." So brilliantly made indirect and directly in it's symbolization.."
"Baby Steps out the door. Baby Steps to the bus...Baby Steps to the next moment.."
When I truly set free all know expectatons of me and felt as if "I were on my own personal vacation."
Even in a busy day.... I didn't need to talk.Just smile.
For I "Baby-stepped the path of mine into a newer and brighter day."
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC