The temple of solace...

Dont expect things to be perfect, they will never be....
dont try to look for the things u cant see...

too little is da time we have here.....
and still about a million things u care....

leave it all alone for a while....
just sit back, look around and smile.....

no matter how big seems da mess....
but do u think its worth da stress...

knowing dat nothing will stay.....
of all the things dat come along ur way.....
neither good nor bad......
dont die wishin,if a lil more time you had....

just close ur eyes and try to hear,
da voice dat was lost in da worldly fear....

ur true self dat u could never find,
it was only ur heart expecting u to b kind....

all da moments u spent crying,
cud have been spared for heavenly trying...

seeking for the eternity....
life wont feel like a calamity.....


take a deep breath and things will fall into place,
da day u ll find the Temple of SOLACE.... :)







Comments

Anonymous said…
Yo, good poem, Sonakshi, God bless... and may Krishna provide you solace always... Sampath :)
22 August 2011 at 06:33
Sonakshi Sharma said…
thnx 4 da read :)
may v all dwell in solace :)
22 August 2011 at 06:45
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