For some reason it was very hard to write this one...not because I was at a loss for words, but more because I felt so much writing it...one of those days when many many things come back to you...one of those days when you have a trillion things to do but can't get them done..one of those days when you absolutely must not waste time..and so you write..=)
Clouds, cloudy, clouds and the Sun
Through the leaves of the Olive tree
The visions I try so hard to forget
Come gleaning down on me,
The smoke rushes away, away and alone
Swimming past the fragrant sea
The feelings I want so hard to leave
Go round the bend and find me,
Cold cold garden, colder today
Walking the green lane
The home I try so hard to rebuild
Comes crashing down again,
Empty, emptiness, empty all
Searching the void so vast
The shame I try so hard to lose
Recognizes my face at last.
'Twas the time of jest and joy
'Twas the past, all gone
'Twas the feeling of eccentric freedom
A feeling now alone..
Music warm, musical notes
All looking for a way
The speech I try so hard to mock
Says what it has to say,
Shade, shade and the shaded dark
Following a shadow that lied
The reflection I try so hard to wipe
Overtakes my stride
Swift, swiftly the skies are moving
Running the race but coming last
The guilt I try so hard to ruin
Climbs my shoulders fast
Moist, wet and moist life
Learning a lesson slow
The tears I try so hard to hide
Only teach me more and more.
'Twas the look of passion and pride
'Twas the morning full
'Twas the moment I became Me
Now a moment null...
3 comments:
brilliant for a "come back" piece
Iyer
Hmm in that case I do think it's true what they say about beauty being virtuous when seldom brought to light ..
Thanks for stopping by Iyer! :)
I will take that as a compliment Mr Foggy..and hold my peace..;)
hehe..thanks for stopping by!!
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