THE LOST SMILE


 

 

Buried deep beneath the storms of survival,

losing the real scent of  affection,

running and functioning with a dead brain’s  hammer,

lost is the innocent smile we nurtured….

 

Struggling suffocating in smoke chambers,

popping up pills for illness and assumed  dangers,

have we  ever stopped and thought…

What exactly is the  purpose of  such endeavour?

 

Dissecting conscience ,piercing needles into heart,

torturing the conscious with several confusions,

comforts,luxuries, prestige and status,

What does the soul really crave in for…?

 

The instinctive smile that shined…

…is mazed in the world of hypocrisy,

Searching for its own radiance…

the precious one gets bewildered!

 

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43 thoughts on “THE LOST SMILE

  1. Thank you Soumya, for such a lovely and inspiring poem. It actually helps me with my current situation. Thank you… what a deliberate yet delicate way to put exact the purpose of life… a true radiant smile.

  2. I find your words and their messge a welcome delight as i sit here waiting for the sun to rise! And yet you have allowed your radiance to enter in lifting my heart and soul…that is a true blessing…a morning gift from a friend and sister!! Blessings!

  3. I would like to answer your questions in a poem I have always loved from the bottom of my heart. Here it goes…

    O ME! O life!… of the questions of these recurring;
    Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
    Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
    Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
    Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me; 5
    Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
    The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

    Answer.

    That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
    That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

    – by Walt Whitman.

    Did not register for college placements, thanks to this poem. You brought some amazing memories to the fore. Thanks a ton Soumya for all of that 🙂

    1. And that was a wonderful befitting awesome poem to be here in th ecomments section! Thanks a lot for sharing wth us.. and Iam really overwhelmed that it touched your memories in some way.

  4. Pawan Hira

    “the precious one gets bewildered……..”
    Aah!
    In bits and pieces, we are lost in a way. How far can one go, Soumya?
    That is the question. Your words are carrying hope.

  5. Materialistic vs. spiritual struggle , when we see the difference between the both there is a realization that takes us towards more meaning way of living life. Cheers Soumya, you have articulated your thoughts really well! 🙂

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