at this moment, I feel
at peace, one with joys;
a renewal of love again,
new desire and hopes
that blossom once more,
like a touch-me-not
after it shrinks in haste,
unto itself on a caress.
I pondered of questions,
of truly living once again;
the answers I canโ€™t find.
somewhere down deep,
my heart feels afraid
of its beats being heard.

@ The Sunday Whirlย , D’verse Open Link Night & One Single Impression

(’11. dec 26.)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

36 thoughts on “Unanswered..”

  1. this was beautiful. glad to see you inspired again.
    and fear… that is a perpetual side of us all isn’t it? but letting it overpower the thing we love most would be wrong(i think). and what can we love more than just living!!!

    • I’m glad to see myself inspired again too, Kirti. Fear, yes, its there in all. Glad I didnt let it overwhelm the things I love most! ๐Ÿ™‚ Cheers.

  2. Well, Leo… while I liked your poem very much.. one thing I must say.. that… let heart hear its beats once.. it may not feel scared at all.. you never know.. it may accept the music as it flows without any need to try changing notes here and there.. yes.. let heart hear itself.. for once.. it will simply smile and wonder why it didn’t do it earlier…sometimes coming face tro face with our pain makes us happy… theme of my poem.. of last OSI contribution… I Penjoy Writing…have a look.. and thanks.. for HH Christmas.. hope you had a good time..

    • My heart hears its beats, Rameshji, its afraid of others hearing its beats. It listens to itself, yet its afraid of being heard like a child is afraid of the darkness. It takes its time getting adjusted to seeing the light in the darkness ๐Ÿ™‚ I will listen to your advice and let my heart hear itself and work on that for once. I will be back to reading you and the rest of HH and OSI etc. real soon. Thank you.

  3. I loved these lines – I pondered of questions,
    of truly living once again;
    the answers I canโ€™t find.
    somewhere down deep,
    my heart feels afraid
    of its beats being heard.

    Sitting quietly with background music two days after Christmas, I am wondering what I am doing with my life, if next year will be just as brilliant. If I am able to repeat what I have done before, if one more year has reduced the size of my courage. So many ifs – I do wonder if I am really afraid of what might happen if I do something or what might not happen if I dont do anything. Confusing, isnt it?

    • Ah, I wonder what I am doing with my life, if tomorrow will applaud me or screw me up completely.. it happens every day I feel, Clarice. A lot of ifs and buts, to confuse the already confused mind… Lets hope the heart knows what its doing and those who truly listen to hear the beats even if we’re afraid to voice it.

  4. Fantastic poem, Leo. I think you’ve expressed it perfectly – sometimes our hearts are afraid of their beats being heard, because being heard can lead to being rejected, and that hurts more than being lonely does.

    • Yes, misery is not well accepted by any heart I think too, Traci. I’ve broken a few hearts, had mine broken by a few too. It does feel fearful after that to trust the acceptance too.

    • Thank you for liking my poem, and quoting a couple of lines as special mentions in your comment, Shawna ๐Ÿ™‚ Have a nice weekend.

    • Yes, that’s quite true too, Brian. Its not always rational what the heart has to say… and then comes the fear of it. Normal, yet not normal maybe..?

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