we exist as life goes along
carefully stepping on… to belong
on this path never known
we laugh… as we cry
we live…as we die
a wandering ghost of the past
with love to live and vow to last
floating on a path never known
to where the wind never was blown
a cold embrace from a ghostly love
want you to feel and want you to have
a true love found upon a death
convene forever unto last breath
a ghostly moaning upon the sky
longing and yearning in a deep sigh
on this path never known
we laugh…as we cry
we live…as we die
on a watercolor painting by; suzette portes san jose
Insightful, lucid and profound.
thank you Vijay my friend… its my heart and my soul… 🙂
The general reader will find this to be a fine example of the author’s inimitable poetic acumen.
thank you so much dear admin for the wonderful appreciation of my poem…i speak my life, it made me what i am 🙂
Wonderful depiction of life and of how the human is enslaved to it 🙂
thank you dear Anoucheka…there’s more to it in life… everyone has its own share to live with 🙂