The Stings of Thorns
How can a women hold How can a women hold
A rose instilled with thorns A rose instilled with thorns
How can she resolve How can she resolve
A life with a man filled with lies A life with a man filled with lies
His thorns stings her heart His thorns stings her heart
The pain is beyond relief of cries The pain is beyond relief of cries
Her blindness finally fallen apart Her blindness finally fallen apart
No remaining words No remaining words
That can efface the aches That can efface the aches
The shadow had finally chattered The shadow had finally chattered
Staring into an ugly face Staring into an ugly face
The realization of this bitter truth The realization of this bitter truth
Not all are shining stones Not all are shining stones
A rose instilled with thorns A rose instilled with thorns
How can she resolve How can she resolve
A life with a man filled with lies A life with a man filled with lies
His thorns stings her heart His thorns stings her heart
The pain is beyond relief of cries The pain is beyond relief of cries
Her blindness finally fallen apart Her blindness finally fallen apart
No remaining words No remaining words
That can efface the aches That can efface the aches
The shadow had finally chattered The shadow had finally chattered
Staring into an ugly face Staring into an ugly face
The realization of this bitter truth The realization of this bitter truth
Not all are shining stones Not all are shining stones
It was meant to be a letter. However I have come to learn that at this moment I can't form any sentence. I wish I could be the moon to light up this dark night, at least to be a bit of glow that guides you in the darkness. Certain journeys it seems we have to take them on our own. My Dearest you're soft petals of rose, and to be able to recognize. It also made me see you not as fragile petals that can tear with any touch; I saw your strength and determination. So I have no fear for you that you will begin your new life journey because you owe yourself that.
Thanks Pa-Se for the lovely photo in flicker.com which is used here
posted by iamnasra at 7:06 AM
11 Comments:
Your voice is sad today, I hope it is just the beautiful poem speaking and not your heart crying
Fortunately that's a trouble which, bad as it feels in the middle of it, can be completely left behind or very nearly so.
That photo really does go just right with your words.
Beautiful words for deep and true feelings. A piercing picture alongside. The hurt touches me. Expectations from others are but calls to experience the being within, covered by layers of becoming. You are such a wonderful person!
A flower is so symbolic of a woman's sexuality. To see her wilt is heartbreaking. Can she blossom in her own light? Then maybe he will take notice.
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nice blogspot!
neena
Nasra!
Goodness, your posts are have such a range and variety...
Nice blog site and photos..
-JS
Dear Sis,
You made me cry .I wish I could wake up some day and this all would go away.
thoughts to ponder..
This is a painful one but asks good questions.
I wonder where Gulnaz went. You don't know do you?
You are welcome. I am glad, you like my picture.
Pa-Se
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