on the upward surge.... <br />the treasure-chest spilling pain <br />which the tears are not able to measure <br /> <br />the winding path on the meadows <br />with shadeless trees <br />the scorching heat <br />which the summer is not able to calculate <br /> <br />among the autumn dry leaves <br />rustling thorny silence <br />life's superlatives brushing on my cheeks <br /> <br />winter mist <br />treading on torture and torment <br />to bleed.... <br />sometimes the echo of soft gentle laughter <br />adding spice with beauty's pain <br />and the chill the winter is not able to feel <br /> <br />the spring elusive.... <br />forgotten in misery and pain <br />embarrassment picking rights and wrongs <br />adding to the burdened shoulder <br /> <br />mysteries scattered on the path <br />to feed on unknown fears <br />sweeping memories lost and found <br />enwrapped in numbness <br />the shapeless shadow <br />reflecting on the ripples of troublesome water <br /> <br />on the cross-roads... <br />baffled <br />not for freedom's unlimited choice <br />nor for love's unexplored joys <br />but.... <br />pining for a shore blossoming solace <br />yearning for life's little surprises<br /><br />prasanna kumari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-little-surprises/
