unnamed poem

Posted on | January 18, 2007 | No Comments

it is the days like this,
when i miss you so..

another dream never born,
unslaked whisper of a thirsty conscience,
how this golden sunshine burns me!!

“whenceforth me”,i ask the wind,
recieving no answers,
just the mocking sigh,
arrogant,heartless tribute to my own misery..
the wind blows on fair,
and i wait on,
with a heart walking embers…

“whereforth thou”,
i ask the stars
answered cruelly,by the merry brutal twinkle,
and silence.

chilly nights to warm the winter,
and i ask the night-
“why the blue?where are we?”
and in a soft voice,she wipes my tears.
“neverland”,she says,
“we never were”

comfortable illusion of a life rejected,
i wet my sleeve and dry my eyes.

(17th dec,2007)

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