Is your love ripe enough to feed your family?
Is your heart alive enough to live a life with zeal?
Isn’t art so beautiful and bizarre?
I ask myself a dozen questions, I answer none.
The absurdity in such questions of life leave me tongue-tied
I have not yet lived, I do not know!
Listen into the notes of music sung by life,
You will hear a lot about how to live.
Flute is empty, hollowed; the flutist breaths into
the flute body, only then does it come into existence.
Notes of that flute are not notes of your life,
You form your own notes, each breath extended
differently from the rest.
You live your own invincible life, friend.
Don’t let it be lived by others.
_hira
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Grief too is Melodic
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, feelings and emotions, love and loss. Written with the intention that it may give voice to the thoughts that hold you hostage, thoughts that remain a distant hum to your grief. Written with the intention that you r...
