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Questions in Redemption
Questions to Redemption Explained
Today, Nov 19, 2011 I'm adding another chapter to this hub, "Questions in Desolation", a chapter that serves as a prequel to this hub, which I wrote exactly 1 year ago...
"Questions to Redemption": With this piece, I continue my confession, heart ache, and my desperate quest for Redemption, without which I feel my heart is blocked at the moment & I can't even lament expressively in this routined, theatre of a life...
Questions in Desolation
Do I have the strength to pull through?
Do I have stomach for the whole brew?
Do I have enough nourishment to endure?
Do I deserve to see and savor success pure?
Have I seen enough to see the beloved light?
Have I had the right sustenance to be bright?
Could I be the soul I had hoped to become?
Could I ever hear the modest pinnacle hum?
Can I feel the serenity and joy of reality?
Can I see the brightness of our felicity?
Can I hear the tinkles of sound harmony?
Can I taste the sweetness of an epiphany?
Can I smell the enchanting fragrances of heaven?
And celebrate all my senses as they truly brighten
Will I be able to surpass or arrive at the horizon?
Will I be served the full course in joyous unison?
Questions to Redemption- A Sincere Attempt to discover Redemption
How could I get back what my life has lost?
How could I comply with all sentiments in frost?
How can I repent and undo all my idiocy?
How do I go forward with sane efficacy?
How can my heart agree to my mind in unison?
How can my consciousness come in comparison?
How can my subconscious incite an armistice?
How do I calm my senses in trembling solstice?
How will I be able to calm her well like hitherto?
How will I live with that void constantly impromptu?
How can I get back the goodness gone haywire?
How can I make peace with all logical fire?
How will I acknowledge the meaningful satire?
How will I get off the ever-decomposing mire?
How can I bounce back with bona fide confidence?
How can prove myself again with strict cadence?
How will I see the mirror with mists warping my reflection?
How will I dream through nightmares inching my extinction?
How can I even sleep in solitary confinement undefined?
How can I wake up to murky nimbuses making me blind?
How can I breathe the fresh breeze of life that once was?
How can I feel my skin when in desolation is even Midas?
How can I inculcate my resounding mettle onwards?
How can I redeem my soul when my feet steps backwards?