I plan, ponder, imagine
A life away
from the city lights
from the blind races
Dark:
I touch, I feel
Listen, run, hide, steal
I strive and live
Travel far and wide
corners of the globe
shout from the sky
Come back content
to die
With dawn:
my mind, my heart, my soul
the confusions ride
I get all lost
when i look inside
Image: Gustave Doré - Harpies
6 comments:
Perpectives.. Life is nowhere, or, Life is now, here. :)
wow!! :D that comes close to describing how most days (including the dark and the dawns) feel.
you think its possible to break it though?
and, its a really nice poem. loved reading it.
Where is the picture from? Goya? looks like him...
And...there is something, I cannot quite grasp in that verse. Something remains unsaid. I can feel it but it is not articulated and creates tension.
@Piyush - you re right dude... as always. :)
@srav - Nothing is impossible dear. Stilll in the search for a break through. Either I'll find it, or die happy searching for it. The only cure is, don't accept it.
@Sve - I wish I could find that myself. Let me know when you figure that out.
still...i insist to know - is this Goya's work :)
@Sve - If you must know, its not Goya. :). Its Gustave Doré - Harpies, and now that I know this I think I should credit the poor guy. :)
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