I listen to the music of my mind
Eternally mirroring those moments
unkind
The words that fail
In blows of gale
Of yes or no of doubts unsigned.
I walk so far from country soul
Judging the road or a rapid roll
The steps that haste
In sleepless rest
Of stony heart of a racing droll.
I sing a song of a lonely bird
Whistling pain of an erring nerd
The tune that splits
In lighted streets
Of grieving notes of a rural bard.
I whisper tales to rains and
spring
Passions tied to cluttered string
The dreams that weep
In gallows strip
Of losing nativity in urban bling.
Life traverses the time's way
Living needs to earn and pay
It runs and flees
From inner peace
Through shining black to a boring
grey.
(I wrote this decades back...nice to find it back from an old diary)
I must have read this poem of yours some 10 times over sir... Each line resonated so well that I just couldn't help reading it again and again.
ReplyDeleteYour writings are so beautiful sir they need to reach a larger audience. Three of us bloggers are trying to put together an idea on how such beautiful writings as urs can reach more and more readers. Hope we come up with a concrete plan so that we can introduce these beautiful pieces to the world out there.
It brings much pleasure to find you liking the poem...I wrote it in my thirties...I could remember just beginning two lines while I commented and mentioned it on one blogger's post...later, I could search it out..
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Beautifully crafted with such profound meaning!The closing stanza so deeply illustrates the cost we pay to exist.
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