Saturday, January 9, 2010

The Healing

Toiling hard each day of this life
Or living in doubt or pain or despair
One gets tired.
Tired to work; tired to laugh;
Tired to breathe.
With every bone aching
And every tear fallen,
What is left?
Is there anything that can heal
This broken being?
Leaving all that hurts..
Oh, there is so much that does!
And, no longer trying to control life,
She surrenders, to the one
Who holds the thread running through all.

9 comments:

Issam said...

There's a lot of pain here...

paramveer said...

such a devine and some what stressed thought!!

Ayesha Parveen said...

Thanks a lot, Issam and Paramveer. Tried my hand at writing, after months.
Best wishes :)

A New Beginning said...

Its great to see you back Ayesha!! Nice poem!

Whirlwind said...

True. This post depicts a lot of anguish and suffering. Keep the posts coming Ayesha.

Cyrus Rumi said...

Very interesting read:)

Have a great day!:)

Cyrus

Ayesha Parveen said...

Thank you, Sana, Swetha and Cyrus.

Rema said...

Hi Ayesha, Found some time to visit and enjoy the lovely musings on your blog. I don't think I'll be able to write on all your posts, but I enjoy reading every word on your blog.Keep up the good work. I feel inspired after this visit to your blog. Thanks,
Take care,
Rema.

Ayesha Parveen said...

Hi Rema,

Thanks a lot for the visit.

Best wishes :)