Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Stray thoughts ...
I have been so sad that I feel
tonight, perhaps I too can write my saddest lines.
But alas! Poetry and rhythm are nowhere to be seen.
Images are prosaic, similes stale and opaque, eluding the night,
And all I could write is a few knotted jumbled stray thoughts!
What the heck; it doesn’t matter.
Atleast once, let me write not for an award or an appreciation.
So what if it falls short from being a poem?
If I fail to support it with a picture and embellish with wisdom?
It is my stray thoughts and it is mine, I shout!
And I still can lean on its shoulder and cry my heart out.
I lost my life.
Like pall bearers I carry the dead body
on my shoulder now.
But you don’t worry,
you wouldn’t see
those ugly bleeding wounds,
for I have been careful to cover and hide them neatly
under a milk white spotless vibrant sheet.
His face, her face, their faces
They have come to see the dead body
to put some flower on it, and
I desperately keep tucking the sheet,
The mourners keep eyeing with curiosity.
Tomorrow, day after, another year
and what next?
Love, happiness, truth,
Duty, toil, leisure,
Too many questions, too much displeasure,
deceits, lies, losses and what next?
I have played with your emotions,
and you have betrayed my trust.
Posted by Celestial Dreamz