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When happiness wrinkles in this cheeks

Poetry By: abyskaria
Non-fiction



Down the lane in your life you have to accept some certainty. It might not be pleasurable but your vision is being a part of yourself and being stood for this grace. Ever one been stood up after the first break and shouldered responsibilities you have a heart waiting to listen towards. It is towards being in harmony and experience utmost at all angles. This is a poem by 26 year old guy on tender hearts in those age.


Submitted:Oct 19, 2007    Reads: 179    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


This poem has been framed of the age when we never want us to be a burden for the rest. I warn you I am only a 26 year old guy who wished to share some harmony of this age. It may not be taken otherwise. Any suggestion is the way how most of you can write down to: aby_skaria@hotmail.com

Part 1: When you think of an age you have never been through and only learned to be cruel.

When happiness wrinkles in this face...
On the either side I notice and recall...
Time that has passed refreshing my age...
I see my best friend as myself learning...
Again I waves young tender age crawling...
Towards their future to be made before myself...
I saw them nourshing their footprints ahead...
Sometimes to follow them towards another learning...
Today my biggest asset lend someone a hand...
I adore very single steps they understand...
This time nourishes my days to being new...
For this day as someone who expects goodwill...
The day wanted to be worked in time for reasons...
In the midst there is lot of time I wanted always...
There is freedom and being free to be loved...
I saw all the days that I thought to be scared...
Till this days I want them the gifts they would settle down...
I dont want to create deadlocks but end deadlines...
You see my age is very young and I creep behind you for your sake...
Somewhere I cry but those arent my feelings...
I endorse the pain I have gone down the knees...
Hoping you will think meaninglessly...
This age is also another life lead and to be lead.


Part 2: When you experience an age that you have invented.


My ages loved an experience towards being cherished...
A world finding priceless possesions so dearable...
Eligibly I wanted ahead to be someone already made...
So much of attention only down towards another self...
To only wear happiness in the shadows of pain...
Creating opputunities out of possibilities...
Conveying what can seek to be understood...
Showing relevancy towards being the age that has only learned...
This day is experienced and out of the box my world...
Treating only respect for even fears heard...
Listening where the pavement is worn down the lane...
I can see the tallest tower in the backyard from here..
The shallowest of all my dream is an assurance...
Those never saw this spot of paving another dream...
So much was there and today we like it colored...
In my hearts it is still the tallest and awakened for rebirth...
When forgiveness shoots up and all rebirth out of forgetness...
I speak low towards being doubted and crimpled...
My confidence stood being towards my own ones...
I dont want this happen to their times in this age...
Let myself discover towards a new awakening...
Someone on the onset of the monsoon...
Looking towards the harmony of changing seasons...
Being the awakening and happening towards the best...
This is the happiness wrinking in those cheeks.







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