In Search Of The Meaning Of Life
I dug through
the ruins of a bitter soul,
I wandered with
confused thoughts,
looking for the
meaning of life.
same questions
over and over
they spun like
roulette,
a, response
without unfolding.
I got lost
through those ruins,
but I did not
lose hope.
I believed that
by itself,
that answer will
appear.
Through those
ruins I found myself,
realizing the
meaning of my existence,
existence that
God gave me.
I was born to
live
to wander
through the streets
of time,
to realize, to
appreciate
everything that
God has created,
to appreciate
myself too.,
to defy
challenges
what time brings
walking through
that earthly road,
where we are
just passing guests.
Then I found the
meaning of life.
Love…
The meaning of
life
I see her in
love.
Choosing love
over evil. Because,
only when we
live with love in our hearts,
then we are
happy
then we are fine
then we are
alive.
Evil causes the
reverse.
Life is a
constant struggle
between these
two forces.
We fight too.
love is victory
and evil defeat.
We need to win.
That's the
meaning.
And to stay on
our feet until the end,
no matter how
many times we fall,
always get up.
In the end,
let's be
the best version
of yourself,
because it
doesn't end there.
Every end, a new
beginning.
The meaning of
life is not to live forever,
but to create
something that will live forever,
and with that
you too will live forever.
Life is a
puzzle,
in which one
piece is always missing.
Fitting the
puzzle
we change our
life.
In it we strive
to find ourselves,
as well as what
makes us happiest,
what we want.
Only then can we
find the meaning of life,
and live it as
best we can.
The Cry Of
The Swan
From pain to the
beloved,
he chained the
soul in silence.
He wandered for
days
may you find
peace and tranquility.
He toiled in
vain,
it hurt
my heart was on
fire, it was burning.
He cruised
frantically
across the lake
expanse.
In the clarity
of the water
she was looking
for her face,
to see him at
least once more.
He dived
confidently,
through the
transparency of that clarity,
he yearned to
that gentle face
peeped out.
No!
A strong pain
seized him
who was left
alone
that clear water
to him
took the most
desired,
the most
beloved, the most precious...
Love....
In a moment of nostalgia,
he let out the
loudest scream.
The cry of the
swan that
understood the
lake,
and the sound of
the scream, how
echoes echoed in
all directions...
With that scream
he broke the silence,
to chain him up
again and never let out a scream.
Battle Of Emotions
Deep in the
veins
from the heart
through those
mazes trapped,
emotions were
fighting.
Ones eager for
revenge,
others for love.
They fought
battles with each other,
while the soul
thundered like lightning,
caught between
the two.
Revenge
Or
Love.
On the one hand,
broken by pain,
with bloody
wounds,
with tears he
healed them,
on the other
hand, a trembling hopeful...
Love radiated.
It was
thought...
Revenge
Or
Love.
Indecision!
The battle left
them alone
to beat her
to find out for
themselves.
They fought for
a long time in the damas,
through the
labyrinth of the heart,
and it roared so
loud,
that, that roar,
all malice exposed, the storm stilled,
Love exalted.
Love became the
winner
eternally
endured,
Malice melted
into love melted.
MILKA MINKOVA
MILKA MINKOVA: Poet and writer for
children and adults. For her work, she has received numerous domestic and
foreign awards, including the Rabindranath Tagore Award three years in a row. She
participates and is represented in numerous domestic and foreign anthologies.
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