Saturday, January 17, 2009

A Spell Of Truth



A mirror is kept aside
A mirror of truth and faith
It splits the light of care
And spills the dark of dare

The light in our mere heart
And the bright of our might
Comes out back again
More sharp and live

So does the hatred of dark
And the spillage of lonely thoughts
Gets stuck inside deep with stains
Deep without us known

The stain does not get through
Unless burned to ashes
So be sure enough
To watch yourself with truth.

28 comments:

Unknown said...

Hi, Nice Poem

Marja said...

Magnificent poem Everything has two sides, light and dark are two sides of the same coin. Yes see yourself with truth....You are a wise person

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hi Susan :)

Magnficent photo!

The person walking from darkness towards bright light and throwing away ignorance, evil thoughts, malice,jealousy, greediness, arrogance,revenge etc. and embracing truth, knowlege and love.

The poem is very inspiring and instructive and serves as an eye opener for all of us to come out of our evil ways and thoughts and embrace truth and love.

My hearty congratulations to you!

Have a beautiful day :)

Chef E said...

I found this very though provoking and beautiful...almost on the same lines in my 'Knomen' blog this morning...

Jahnabi Roy said...

deep... and amazingly written...:)

Dawn Marie said...

very thought provoking and the picture is awesome to.

Pink Heels said...

That is a very powerful poem. Thanks for sharing.

The Muse said...

EXCELLENT!

Dena said...

What a wonderful poem! Thank you so much for visiting me :)

Charli Henley said...

This is haunting. The last line gives me shivers. "Watch yourself with the truth." Magnificent.

Paramveer said...

i just cant say anything about ur poems mam......otherwise it would be simply BURNING A CANDLE IN SUNLIGHT.

asusal gr8 work........specially that picture...........LOL

Art and Poetry said...

It nice and very original!

Manivannan Sadasivam said...

Wonderful poem! Very true and well written!

It reminds me of Gita, Krishna says that like the smell remains in a asafoetida box, even after the content is emptied, the residue of thoughts will remain in our mind even after removing the thoughts, and warns us to not let them sprout again.

The picture is also excellent. Did you work on it?

And thanx for your comments in my blog. Best wishes :)

Amused Alien said...

the mirror always proves there is something inside you that makes you remind that anything is possible as it always reflects the same thing inverted. a mirror is the proof of uncertainity in life and your words prove that beautifully

Devika Jyothi said...

Good one, Susan

wishes,
devika

Scott said...

Thanks for the kind words on my blog, Susan.
If you want to do a link exchange let me know, I would be happy to add you to my blogroll :-)

LarryG said...

that mere heart and bright might work so well together.
spillage of lonely thoughts grabs at me...
i want to go walking and pondering this :)

in time out said...

beautiful writing. thanks for sharing and for reading my magic moment today.

FCB said...

Hi Susan,
You are quite the philosopher, very interesting poem, and like others have said, thought provoking.
God bless,
Fred

Cяystal said...

That was really nice.

Reader Wil said...

That's a beautiful poem! Thanks for your visit.

Tabitha Blue said...

Wow, that's a beautiful poem, and so true. There is always more in our hearts that we dare to look at, but we need to.

Wait. What? said...

indeed!!! I loved this poem!

venuss66 said...

Beautiful! I loved it. How are you?

RHYTHM AND RHYME said...

Hi, I thought this poem very thought provoking, with excellent word content."To Thy Self Be True"
is a quote I often think about.
Love your style.

Thanks for the visit "To My World"
much appreciated.

अविनाश said...

So does the hatred of dark
And the spillage of lonely thoughts
Gets stuck inside deep with stains
Deep without us known

अविनाश said...

liked this poem a lot....

Anonymous said...

"To watch your self with truth"

I'll remember that. Thanks.

I enjoyed reading some of your poems.