Hopes
9 You feel the pain, You shed the tears. You lose the light, You prefer darkness. But you find the moon. and the moment gives- You back your lost smile. You wonder why, And hope to know it later. Unaware of the bird of hope singing somewhere in your mind, Unseen. Dear readers, I started off "Hopes" with a certain idea about the concept of Hope. My comprehension of hope was as a phenomenon that exists tangible and close to human subjectivity. My concept of hope was; as the realm of existence one enters after an exhausting flow of tears. And I also believed that when hopes break, tears are its aftermath. But as I moved through the poems, as you did as readers, I came across many new lessons. As Tia Terri rightly said in one of her comments, "Hope is what you do not yet possess . Because if you have it there is no longer a need to hope for it." This was a new learning. Something contrary to what I thought and believed. But I can proudly say that my art taught m...