Written for 3WW.... Lumber, Wreck, Bubble..
Sun Will Rise Laughing..
Hope lumbers
like a lonely bubble
ready to burst
in the wreckage of
imaginary thoughts
covered with the
dust of negativity
Yes, a little push
by a kinder heart
brings me
back to reality
where hope shines
attired in happy colours
gifted by the rainbow
specially weaved
by Sun and rain
on a joyous pattern
designed by my future
Hey, I deserve it, damn it
Moving ahead
I would just be picking up
all the happy things
lined up by God
lonely star in the skies
listens to this and smiles
Moon joins him and
I know, tomorrow’s
Sun will rise laughing…
RS : )
We all feel this way but hope its what keeps us going.Wonderful put I love your poem.
ReplyDeleteAs the sun rises laughing, I hope you do also. This is a lovely and upbeat poem.
ReplyDeleteYes, Sun has risen laughing..and I too today... hope to try it everyday.. Thanks!!
ReplyDeleteSUN WILL RISE LAUGHING! Love it. And as a matter of fact the sun in the last several days has showered the northern skies with radioactive beauty.
ReplyDeleteYour optimism is like an infectious laugh Ramesh..wonderful..as ever..Jae
ReplyDeleteI recall Dhaka weather, Delhi weather, Katmandu weather... In monsoon often there is no sun. In winter, in the dry, then indeed a laughing sun.
ReplyDeleteSometimes in Dhaka monsoon it would be bright in my backyard but storming two blocks over. Sometimes I would look out the window and up at boiling black clouds so close overhead it seemed that a tall ladder would let me touch the bottom of them - and they were so thick it felt like I could grab a handful of dark wool while I was there.
he first 6 lines were so beautiful ... sad but beautiful
ReplyDeleteThank you for ending in an optimistic note :)
was a lovely read! :) Just what I needed
I think the sun rises laughing every day but we don't always see it and appreciate it! I loved the poem.
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