It rains all day, all night
Rains, like chains, tie me down
Clouds fill my sleep
Clouds, like crowds, strangle me
Insects dance by the lantern
Insects, like sunsets, block my vision
Dusts in the bookshelves
Dusts, like rusts, gather in my bones……….
But beyond all these absurdities
and nude sunflowers that stare at me
like holy angels,
water beckons –
Water – cold, blue and silent………
5 comments:
I donno how you can churn out so many good pieces within a matter of a few hours.
Me likes this one :)
this one is one of your best ever...i've been often the first to read your poetry after their creation...often seen them being created in front of my own eyes (in the boring classes where we write poetry when we've nothing better to do)...so you can take it from me...yes,this is beautiful!!
this is wonderful.....reflects d same kinnda mental state as potryd by Tennyson in Ullyses
infact dis enui or boredom is sumthin whch olmst evr1 cn relte to
@Samadrita: Thankush *bows*
@Som: hNehNeh (meaningful smile)
@Quintie: Baudelaire :)
This is truly the best of them all!
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