Grumbling
clouds and vein-like sparks
Whistling
wind and rain drop marks.
in
the distant street, a dog, a bark.
the
sound of an owl, a noise so dark.
The
tweet of the bird, the squeak of the tire
A
forgotten dream in the notes of a lyre
the
rising smoke from a distant pyre
the
hem of an escaping dress caught in wire.
The
struggle to be free, to fulfill the hidden desire…
On
a street where even love can be found for hire.
To
love and to die, wishing for the only place left. Fire...
and
only the fire can set them free.
The
thoughts are endless, strong is the need
an
innocent mind now possessed with greed..
all
this while playing hard to get, life gets u right..Nice and sleek.
(With serious contribution from Rohan Dahiya! Author of the
blog http://le-mot-tordus.blogspot.in/)
loved the poem. in love with the darkness and fire, I guess
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Jaidev.. :) Credit goes to my friend too!!
ReplyDeleteand.. No no.. not in love with Darkness and fire.. It just flew that way.. :)
ReplyDeletei am, anyway. :)
ReplyDelete:) Why so?
ReplyDeleteDarkness is peaceful and makes everything look better. See the night sky for one example.
ReplyDeleteFire just sheds enough light without being overwhelming
Hmm.. I get it. Well then lets just say.. Excess of everything is bad. :)
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