Flying kites and improbable letters…
A global village and the all pervading web…
Timeless…yet bound by mortal lives
Romantic, yet cynical due to popular demand
And, we choke the dreamers…
While, Darwin feels proud in his grave…
Existence is all about survival and EMIs…
Yet somehow, lost in between, we live…
Some life got lost in the grounds of my old school…
Some life, with the girl who broke my heart…
A bit is taken by the long, winding road
The rest, I have kept safe for her
The pristine clouds and a late-night chat
While, I fight to justify my defence
The cold, winter rain narrates my story…
And, I struggle to explain why I cannot hate
Unanswered questions resound from my laptop
While, you look to me for answers
I am helpless…the answer’s not there
But, you remind me that once I used to ask the same questions
Times have gone by…
And, a lot of water has flown under the bridge…
Yet, the words of wisdom are still in subway walls and tenement halls
And…apologetically, unfortunately, defiantly…a dreamer I will remain.
6 comments:
Wow. That is really all I have to say... I must tell you that just today when my Spanish teacher said that I may be assigned to write about my life, I thought of how my life seems sort of lost in my past, much like the way you describe it. You never cease to amaze me, Ritayan, and please keep doing so; your work always makes my day!=)
beautiful, and such a clear conveyance of your thoughts. I love stream of thought poetry, write some myself. Feel free to take a look at mine if you want. Ill follow you...perhaps you will follow me....as a poet im looking for some followers to my poetry blog titled "Pawn of Men"
Try not to judge me by my other blog if you can :) My other blog is my support network blog and is quite personal.
thank u for commenting on my poem. If you dont mind, look further back into my poetry. The last poem was written for me as an emotional release. I was blocked by my emotions and had a very hard time writing it. Most of my poetry flows from me like water, however that last poem was like trying to bleed out a stone wall.
Fantastic Blog, Captivating!
"Unanswered questions resound from my laptop
While, you look to me for answers
I am helpless…the answer’s not there
But, you remind me that once I used to ask the same questions" Oh how I feel attached to these lines! This...this is you...all about your being...your existence...and it therefore, ought to be beautiful...Love the work...its great...keep writing
great poetry again. keep up the good work. :)
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