At one point or the other
We fight a million wars
With ourselves
And with the outer world
For gains and for conquests,
Believing it as eternal
Or we fight over
A sharp edged splinter
To bleed to end
In Mid-summer rays
To burn the whole feelings
To sand dust to end in earth
To meditate in winter’s crystal ice
To felicitate our own innermost being..
There hides a continent of peace inside us
With doors as vast as our human race
Locked for a reason or often covered
In layers of illusion like that of clouds
In the sky repeatedly cast a shadow
On light that of a lustrous universe
Where tirelessly we seek for peace
Forgetting the peace within
Is a continent uncovered for.
It is difficult to find
The cause of a heartless destiny
While the washed out sorrows
Take a different unusual path
To empty in oceans
Where mermaids hide dreams
Of a million centuries
In nuggets of pearl..
In chaos and in endless
Clusters of outer voices
Deep within hides a continent
A continent of peace
Adorned with silence And treasurable gems of hope
May be, one day
At the end of all non-forgiving
Seasons and carnivals
Hopefully there arises a continent
In all novelty
For humanity to cherish..
….. By Rema Pisharody