Way back home <br />the flower beckoned me <br />the flower-strikingly beautiful <br /> <br />But the distance..... <br />the earth stealing wet hopes <br />the distance hangs heavily on me <br /> <br />climbing confusion <br />descending despair <br />circling characters <br />ascending the sudden silence within <br />crossing the doubts and fears <br />enwrapped in saddening absence <br />calculating the maddening loss <br />absorbing the hidden truth and gladness <br />ruminating the ecstasy and agony of <br />moments of pain and longing <br />and with faltering faith <br />the journey unfinished <br />with a distance unreachable <br />the distance... <br /> <br />the distance <br />the distance between myth and reality <br />the distance between illusion and reality <br />the distance between fancy and reality <br />the distance between dream and reality <br />the distance between naturalness and artificiality <br /> <br />the flower beckons me <br />the flower once strikingly beautiful <br />looked surreal now <br />whispering words of diminishing yellow <br />the surreal flower <br />for my eyes were locked in another dimension <br />WE DON'T UNDERSTAND US <br /> <br />with the courage of laughter <br />and the journey unfinished <br />I understand <br />the distance is the same<br /><br />prasanna kumari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distance-161/
