Looking back. #Day 31


                                                                                                                                                         2014 image, Goa
 
 
Crossing the hurdles
of hesitation and fears,
Baring my soul,
learning constantly
Watching the fumes rise
from the haunting shadows
in the light of dark
Strange feelings
emerge from
the vast sea of consciousness
and dissolve in the written words.

I surprise myself
yet again!

Is it the end?
Or a new beginning?
~~payal~~

#OctPoWriMo Day 31
 
 
 

18 comments:

  1. I know what you mean... I kind of feel charged to keep going... new beginning maybe!

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  2. There is nothing called end... all ends are but the beginning of another thing. All nothings are born out of something, and so on

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  3. It is both!I A celebration of the art of poetry.

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  4. Yes, we are always surprised by what our Imaginations come up with!

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  5. I have enjoyed your poetry very much! Thank you for all of the wonderfulness :-) ~ Raven (Grace and Mystery)

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  6. A new beginning!! Nice piece, Payal!! It's been a pleasure reading your work this month!!

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  7. There is no fixed point of an End and/or Beginning... It's an endless loop.. its good to find oneself again .. :)

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  8. This feels perfect! SO glad to have connected...and I'm certain I'm not done with poetry...I've even got some ideas churning already...

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