Because I was sick of being so sad, empty and lonely for so long. I wanted to write, and write I did.
-thisisrandomshititypedat5inthemorning.
Phir milay ya na milay
Your reflection etched upon the stretchy canvas
Pure white light streaming through a hole pricked into oblivion
Radiance of the soul, emanating through hordes of blackened trees and boulders
Shimmering light bulbs, switching off with the cast of the Sun, down
How deep the ocean trudges down
How simple your words are to me
I keep a watch, I keep a distance
Rolling belief in the herein staggers me
Like birds flocking together to tell their tales
Tales of hunting down a prey, a game
Words of threat, of words, words and words
Like you, I melt, lost
(24th November, 2011)
"Like you, I melt, lost"
ReplyDeleteYour closing notes are always very interesting. Sometimes, I love them. (like the one above) and then there are those which I think take a 180 degree turn from the entire poem and with those I do not connect. Haha. :-P
Haye, this is so very nice.
ReplyDeleteApart from the timing i do also write random shit, only at 4 am that is. And also it's not as good as yours.
EFF EMMM ELLL D:
Thanks for refreshing the painful memories >_<
Sometimes you just inspire someone to get out of their blues and write again, a poem with a thousand hues.
ReplyDeleteHum ruk gaye to kya hua, Zamana Chalta raha,
Ek roshni thi, bas us roshni main dil jalta raha.
Loved the poem, keep writing.
Khadeeja:
ReplyDeleteInteresting observation. Thank you. :) Your appreciation means a lot, trust me!
Haseeb:
Thank you! 4 am ain't that different from 5 am, the point is, random shit at random times can turn out to be beautiful compositions sometimes. ;)
And don't eff emm ell, I am sure your 'random shit' is as wonderful and meaningful as mine, put in the right context. :)
Daniyal:
Glad that I inspired you! Wonderful verse!
Thanks, and yes! :)
*a beautiful composition
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