In the end...(it does matter!!)
i sit tired and lonely
my life flashing thorugh my eyes
with lots going in my mind
i have to get my thought out
i try to relax as i unwind
lamp glowing in front of me
as i see moon shining bright
through the open window,
behind the banyan tree
i ponder over the deepness of mind
in the faint blinking light
thoughts of enchanted forests
and of endless oceans
thoughts of haunted castles
and of magical potions
my mind races everywhere
as i remove layer after layer
but i know not what to write
too many thoughts and too less time
as i ponder in this magical night
the pen won't move
the inks too dry
its now time for me to say good bye
the moon is gettin bigger
the lamp is flickering more
wind is blowing fast and furious
it starts is pushing away the door
light is shining into my eyes
still i cant see anything
papers are flying everywhere
sweet voices i can hear
i try to listen as they come near
i am rising through the air
i am flying to, i don't know where
i am not too sure but i dread
i think i am now dead
my life flashing thorugh my eyes
with lots going in my mind
i have to get my thought out
i try to relax as i unwind
lamp glowing in front of me
as i see moon shining bright
through the open window,
behind the banyan tree
i ponder over the deepness of mind
in the faint blinking light
thoughts of enchanted forests
and of endless oceans
thoughts of haunted castles
and of magical potions
my mind races everywhere
as i remove layer after layer
but i know not what to write
too many thoughts and too less time
as i ponder in this magical night
the pen won't move
the inks too dry
its now time for me to say good bye
the moon is gettin bigger
the lamp is flickering more
wind is blowing fast and furious
it starts is pushing away the door
light is shining into my eyes
still i cant see anything
papers are flying everywhere
sweet voices i can hear
i try to listen as they come near
i am rising through the air
i am flying to, i don't know where
i am not too sure but i dread
i think i am now dead
4 Comments:
well clearly death and darkness are the 2 overriding images;i like the way u play with these two,its almost cinematic. ur poems appeal to the mind brooding for answers in solitary confinment of love and solitude. i like the occasional voicing of strife with a world full of garbs and the personal need to break the mist as it were.
hey i aint a big poetry fan or smthin...jst wanna say awesome work dude...it touched
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Thanks, a thoughtful critique indeed
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