Why did he cry?
A Poem by
Arundass TP
Always!
Why did he cry?
Looking the rising moon
far away in the abyss of horizon deep
When the sun paints the sky reddish.
Why did he cry?
Looking the blinking stars
In the abyss of heaven
When the sky was painted in pitch darkness.
Why did he cry?
Looking vast ocean
Spreading beyond horizon deep
When the ocean was painted in greenish blue hue.
Why did he cry?
Looking vast mountains
Spreading beyond heavens
When the mountains are painted in greenish hue.
Why did he cry?
Looking vast deserts
Spreading beyond horizon deep
When the deserts are painted in golden hue.
Why did he cry?
Sitting alone silent
Spreading voice of silence everywhere, everytime
When colourless colors are painted beyond history and future.
© 2024 Arundass TP
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Dear Arundass TP,
The tears for the imperfect painting,
sometimes we think, yeah, a portrait, or an inognination, will truce
our eyes, our vision, our desire, our feelings of yonder day,
but I like you say "the tears" so ever dismay, and perfection to my knowledg
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you are most welcome, ----MJK
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" Voice of silence " seems to say that he was crying because he was isolated.
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" Voice of silence " seems to say that he was crying because he was isolated.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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At the edge of one's life, one may recognise that life would extend beyond oneself. Over the fences of human capability to perceive nature, a sight there lies waiting to be seen. Life beyond one's mortal comprehension eases one's temporal pain in death and remakes one's spirit into the essence to return to the worldly vat of our mutual origin, Tiamat's womb. That is the most idyllic end to a mortal life. Thank you for sharing your work, author Arundass TP.
- Leon
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At the edge of one's life, one may recognise that life would extend beyond oneself. Over the fences of human capability to perceive nature, a sight there lies waiting to be seen. Life beyond one's mortal comprehension eases one's temporal pain in death and remakes one's spirit into the essence to return to the worldly vat of our mutual origin, Tiamat's womb. That is the most idyllic end to a mortal life. Thank you for sharing your work, author Arundass TP.
- Leon
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I think he cried in happiness, tears of joy for nature’s amazing creations…he seemed to be in awe of the various colors and hues of desert, mountains, etc…nice write TP
Warmly, B
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I think he cried in happiness, tears of joy for nature’s amazing creations…he seemed to be in awe of the various colors and hues of desert, mountains, etc…nice write TP
Warmly, B
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Good question. With all the splendors of nature before him, why did he cry? I can only assume the lad was depressed.
Posted 1 Week Ago
Good question. With all the splendors of nature before him, why did he cry? I can only assume the lad was depressed.
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He cries for the beauty of creation. The vastness and his own small place in it with his memories. A lovely piece Arundass. A word canvas of emotion and colours.
Chris
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He cries for the beauty of creation. The vastness and his own small place in it with his memories. A lovely piece Arundass. A word canvas of emotion and colours.
Chris
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Sometimes tears speak to the beauty and memories of things that are theirs alone. Beautiful write, sir
- mou
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Sometimes tears speak to the beauty and memories of things that are theirs alone. Beautiful write, sir
- mou
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Dear Arundass TP,
The tears for the imperfect painting,
sometimes we think, yeah, a portrait, or an inognination, will truce
our eyes, our vision, our desire, our feelings of yonder day,
but I like you say "the tears" so ever dismay, and perfection to my knowledg
Posted 1 Week Ago
Dear Arundass TP,
The tears for the imperfect painting,
sometimes we think, yeah, a portrait, or an inognination, will truce
our eyes, our vision, our desire, our feelings of yonder day,
but I like you say "the tears" so ever dismay, and perfection to my knowledg
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
1 Week Ago
Thank you friend 😊
1 Week Ago
you are most welcome, ----MJK
Tears of joy for all the beauty and tears of sadness for not having someone to share it all with.
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Tears of joy for all the beauty and tears of sadness for not having someone to share it all with.
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A resounding question whose answer is in the lines that follow each time. Poignant and powerful
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A resounding question whose answer is in the lines that follow each time. Poignant and powerful
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
1 Week Ago
Thank you friend 😊
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Added on April 27, 2024
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Arundass TP Thalassery, Kerala, India
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I am mad enough to write
With a pen half filled ink
On a torned paper I got
Leaving others mad to read
Inside the fantasies where I live.
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