February 03, 2009

standing at the edge of the mountain top


Standing at the edge
of
the mountain top
Above the plains and valleys
of the nature snap

No other rocks are there to
pro cede my step
Because of the gap made by
the ravaging depth

Thundering storms pushing
forward from my back
Entire Mind, body and soul dancing
without the support to grab

Terrified mind directed me to return
through my path
forgetting the fact, nothing is left
there for me, to host

I climbed the mountain of love
to seek this fate
Without the fear of the depth
creed and caste

Knowingly i dislodged all
my old path
With the proud of climbing
to the top

Last moments are moving
in my front
with the grace of god, whatever happens
My true love, will not attain the end...

6 comments:

Reader Wil said...

Standing at the edge of the mountain top must be a very lonely thing. There's no one there and you have to climb down all by yourself.Nobody sees you! Take care.
Thanks for your visit.

Lauren said...

Great poem. I love the description and the pattern of the words.

Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff... said...

This is a beautiful post.

I feel like I am right there with you right now.

Steady On.

CathM said...

I like the energy and sense of destiny you capture in this poem. Thanks for visiting and following my blog!

Klaire said...

"I climbed the mountain of love
to seek this fate. . ." Braver than I am. I'm inspired.

Patrice said...

Beautiful poem! You're very talented!