LOVE, How Did It Find Me?
[written by Ashwyn Kumar]Love,
How did it find me?
How does it work?
How is it at times so divine and pure
And, at others, so raw
Why does it at times make me feel guilty?
And, at other times, so happy?
When will I ever know?...
[written during an improvisation class Jan 2007]
posted by ketO9lives @ 12:06 PM
2 Comments:
this is the essence of aching bittersweetness. a man stands on the brink - hope and love in front, behind him, fear and pain. should he jump? take the plunge? into the unseen covered by mists, touched by some golden rays of beauty from where he knows not they emerge. questions. i think the answer is to jump.
i think it is too. because you never know what exactly would happen unless you try. But then there might not be one definite answer. anyways its really cool to see my poem up here haha...
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