I have eyes,
But I cannot see what I need to see.
I have ears,
I cannot hear what I need to hear.
What I see and hear
Have got me no further than
From where I was in the first place.
Stunted!
I need to see where the road of my life is leading;
Beyond this perishable
Piece of flesh and bones,
Where the senses,
Pretentious and ignorant cannot reach,
dying a natural death.
I need to know
What is that light burning in the distance
Telling me of subtle places,
Where immortality is never too far,
Always is.
I need to know
Who speaks in the silence of the night
Reproaching me,
Wake up, I am here, the one you are looking for.
And you are sleeping?
Nothing seems real here,
Dying before I reach them.
How can I trust anything?
Or hold to something
That cannot hold itself?
Wisdom lies somewhere,
Beyond the fringe of this handful of mortal dust.
I need to know the way.
It's all around me, calling.
Yet I cannot find the way.
Cloistered, I die to rare off
Like the grounded peacock.
I need to see where the road of my life is leading So easy is we all coud just see it ahead of time. a good read
an unusual poem of its kind...very deep and based on those questions which we really need to ask from ourselves...there's something we need to know, and something we need to practise... a very good write! ! !
Wow.Wonderful poem..something different..Loved reading it.
This is extraordinary writing sir.I love your write basing upon life's hidden meaning.Awesome.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...wisdom lies..on the fringe of mortal dust... I love this ten of ten