The eyes close in a murmur of dreams
The mind’s thought dart shoots through oblivion
Visions of past hopes, mingle with the recess of today
Tired and wounded, the snore of mendacity engulfs my world
An incredible potential being frittered away in the mundane
Garrulous speeches and inane time warps of mock fecundity
The Time rider is galloping at the speed of never
Stopping for no one, and sneering at my waylaid life
So many missed calls, and many more in sleep walks
Where am I heading, gripped in the vice of tomorrow
The sudden stillness of a heart betrothed to fear
I want to wake up and smell the sullenness of joy
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Veryy nice .. in fact - one of your best one's :-)
ReplyDeleteTo see it - its really short as compared to many others you have posted prior to this one -but yeah, probably one of the deepest.
Bahut achaa hai...hamein ye panktiyaan parr ke bahut prasannata hui. . . he he he
keep writin'
Lov n luck
dhanyavad,maharani ji
ReplyDeleteTakhliyaan.... :-)
ReplyDeleteThis one has a rather sad feel to it, especially the line: "An incredible potential...in the mundane"
ReplyDeleteLiked the phrase: "...galloping at the speed of never"
Interesting usage of words!