when the wind blows softly and brushes my cheek,
when words just fail me,
as i speak
when the morning sunlight fills my eye,
or darkness,
it falls and stars lit the sky
when there is fear of failure,
as i want to try,
and something deep within makes me want to cry
when fate, it plays its vicious games,
and, to hold on to,
there is nothing, but your name
when weirdness in actions,is all i seek,
no, being normal,
doesn't seem well to speak
when in a crowd i feel left alone,
when alone,
i feel i could long for no one
when i am immersed in a song,
and the words,
they catch me unawares
when my feet start tapping to the beats,
as i wish i could dance,
and swirl to the song
when the silences whisper in my ears,
and complain,
of the stifled voices near
when the overpowering chaos around me,
seems to be as tranquil,
as it ever could be
when out of nothing there seems to be everything,
all that is, all that was,
and all that ever could be
do i need a reason or rhyme,
to long for you,
to make you mine?
as i move on from day to day,
from moment to moment, from breath to breath,
all i can say is, i think of you.....
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Hi!
Nice to see a post from you finally. I can't say I've ever felt the way you've described for a prolonged period at a stretch; may be just for a few days at a time, that too rarely. But your description was so good, I felt I could relate to the feelings you've portrayed.
The most prominent feeling that came through in your poem is one of stagnation. In fact, I've seen that element in quite a few of your recent posts. I'm not trying to call stagnation good/bad or satisfying/distressing. But that's what I felt reading this poem.
Just taking a cue from our discussion on pride and rudeness, I've written a post. I'm very likely to add some more material to it in some time. I'd like your comments on it (and even on other posts subject to your finding time and interest; of course, you might find my poems just somewhat touching on "your kind of" issues; whereas you'll find the prose-blogs on the analytical side).
Just in case if posts like the current one are too personal to you, and if my commenting distresses you in anyway, am very sorry, but just let me know it does. I'll refrain from commenting.
Nice poem! TC.
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