Poem79.Searching

Searching

Was searching for something
wandering without idea,
what was looking for.

Now, my path more clear ;
from wisdom of passed days
yes,going towards the aim.

Knew the search is for love;
the one,not with gaps
continuous and complete.

Have seen here there just drops.
But, how to quench the thirst
with little drops, I wonder?

Hope the love which I search madly
 will bring a soft smile of peace,
and make me radiate love.

Poem78.At Peace

At Peace

I ,
smiling 
watch me 
and my thoughts....

I ,
so serene,
unruffled, cool.

me,
troubled,
unstable ,impatient.

confused me wish to become I;
but I, seems distant, a mirage...

Will me and I become one
and be at peace FOREVER ? 

 Note:

Here I am talking about the eternal witness I and the small bubble me.......

Poem76.Great Me

Great Me

 

                                                            Had pictured myself perfect

                                                            in the eye of my  mind

                                                            something goes if wrong

                                                            blame fell, never on me.

                                                            Never was aware the fact

                                                            I'm not what I think

                                                            until I saw the image

                                                            in my dear one's eyes.

                                                            One's friend can be a mirror

                                                            if you choose to see

                                                            but fact is that we don't

                                                            like to see the truth.

                                                            See ourselves beautiful

                                                            try to blame, others,

                                                            the world or whatever,

                                                            but never, the great me.

Written for "The Mag"  where we have to write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as  inspiration.

Poem31.ETERNAL I

ETERNAL I

When to think, I try,

Can think of only I.

When I think of I,

can't figure it,sigh .

Am I filled with I?

Or is that all is I?

Or is there only I?

Am I  self centered,

Or is this selflessness?

Or  being not in self?

Can't think of some thing,

where I is not present.

The eternal witness,I -
the God and me in one.

 Entered for Jingle's poetry potluck.

Thank you very muchJingle for the awards....
You can find other super talented poets by clicking  here
I nominate Kavita    for the perfect poet award.

Poem 27. Who Am I?

Who Am I ?

When,

I looked into the mirror,

 looking back,was a woman .

Asked her "who are you ?"

She replied ,"You,

yourself"

Then,

came,my husband ;

 asked him to take a look.

"Do you know who this is?"

Smiled, answered

"why,you my
wife".

Then,

 my children, up called

asked whether they knew her.

They said "you,our 

mummy".

I wandered ,

with this question,

"Do you know who I am?"

No two answers where the same,

and I was really confused so.

Who am I really?

Am I,

what I think I am?

Or am I what others think I am?

Am I different from all these?

Who is the real,

I 

:

:

:

?

Written for Magpie tales