Gone are those days
When my bones began to rust,
The time of the blaze has come
As it rides me into the light.
I straddle upon as it takes me off
Only to lose the ground I’ve known so long,
I look down over its mane and realize
What I’d lost will all turn mine.
We rub over bumpy grounds
And run into eagles,
They tell me “We’ve known you better!”
Well, I guess that bloke has plundered my everything.
The fire roars and commands me
To be baffled at the clouds and the Sun’s reach,
To drink in the vigor of my beaten past
And whip it with renewed frenzy.
It tantalizes me to return to the lost faith
For it knows that I’ve fallen in,
My harridan is seen on distant farms
As I soar to God’s own feet.
6 comments:
at last, its here...
after a long eternal wait...
its really good, felt like I was reading something from English literature ...
@ Swaraj
Thanks!
You have created a different style of your own. Nice one ....... :)
Keep blogging :)
P.S. - This is not a criticism but appreciation.
whow!!!! u got it right man.. nice 1.. wait to read more of your posts!!!
This is the best poem you have written, I'd say. As I have mentioned before, the poem has a very smooth flow of thought from line to line. The beginning was eerie and certain images, like "bones began to rust" et al, gives me the image of an unexplained dread. Yet, the climax, leaves one gaping. Certainly,a poem that one can ascribe multiple meanings with.
P.S. Sorry for the delay :P
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