Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Reason


Playing a melancholy tune
While the winds whisper in her ear
The language of unheard music
And the dreams of a liar

The lost purpose…
And hidden fears
In the vain quest
For knowing why she is here…

She seeks…she stumbles…
Wishing she understood the reason…
Behind the blind, eternal chaos
Crying in vain…desperate to clasp life…

Live-wire and life in the fast lane
Restless life and a sleeping volcano
Come together for a concerto…
And, play while she waits for epiphany…

Violins and wind chimes…
Singing in the distance…in the distance
And, a late night call…left behind…far behind…
She knows yet forgets but she wants…a reason.

6 comments:

Pranav Bhalla said...

It waz my call mn.. y din u pick up...:P
seriously..u r a magician..with the pen..

Anonymous said...

you are looking for a reason too, isn't it?

Apeksha said...

"The language of unheard music
And the dreams of a liar"...beautiful...beautiful...its got the characteristic "you" thoughts to it....that ambiguity which connects these lines..makes me wonder about how your mind works...how you weave your emotions like this...its touched me...lovely work...keep writing

Aaratrika said...

I am sure,every woman has gone through this experience and that is why this poem sounds so meaningful. It would be interesting to know what aroused this kind of a thought in you..

A GIFTED SISTER said...

well this is a poem of urs which made me write a comment automatically....isnt it so common with women? they trust very easily..well this is an inherent attribute of a women....but certainly in this world these are the ladies who cry and look for reasons...

but these reasons are hardly away from them ..they just need to look deep inside themselves...

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