Smile because your tears are blurring your vision of reason.
Sing when the world stares at you and tell you your voice is crappy.
Trust because when your heart begs you not.
Twirl because your mind makes sense of what you see of the world.
Frolick because you are made fun of. Kiss because others are watching.
Sleep because you are afraid it may not be the right dream.
Run because everybody believes you are not young enough to walk.
I am standing at a crossroads with no signs pointing the way; My shadow stretches in front of me from the dawning of a new day; No matter which road I choose to take, there will be no turning back; Whether or not you’re on the path I choose requires knowledge that I lack. One […]
via Standing at a Crossroads — Poems, Lyrics and Stuff by an Average Joe
In the wilderness of Maine, in the rhythm of the waves, in rivers of the mountains, a calling to my heart, to my pen, wings lifting with a new wildness in my senses I write the words launching the poem from my spirit. Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
via The Poem from My Spirit — Ancient Skies
Latest book: The Golden Tradition: An Anthology of Urdu Poetry, edited and translated by Ahmed Ali. I think I can reuse the illo of Babur and Humayun here, since Babur was probably reciting some verse. In Persian, not Urdu, I know. Ali is a great guide– knowledgeable, enthusiastic, tolerant, a font of details. What he […]
via Urdu Poetry — Zompist’s E-Z rant page