Sunday, April 28

Shadows


Days and nights pass in melancholy
Playin' our thoughts in plaintive rhapsody
Wonder if its us playin' in life's name
Or bein' played with, in an animated game
Leavin' no reasons for the passing
Wonder if we are the ones trespassing
Livin' in a bubble of uncertain emotion
Minuscule speck in life's endless ocean
Wonder if it was hurt that gave way to fears
Or loss markin' a kohled path of scorched tears
Relationships 've left an indelible trace
Wonder if dubiety is just ours to face
Reelin' under surreal pressure to prove
Leavin' us no hints to help us improve
Wonder why arduous steps halt on crossroads 
No footprints, no markings to cross the roads
Every breath questions my soul's existence
Wonder if winkin' my lashes too is a pretense




Seems as if envisionin' happiness was a crime
While livin' under the spell of Shadows of Time!!






2 comments:

  1. I really like the image you present with the question if we are playing in life's name or if it's playing with us. I enjoyed this poem!

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    1. Thank you... Have expressed what I have been wondering myself... 'cos after a point in time nothing seems to be in your control and you just feel as if you are rolling like a ball on a rough mountain side.. Phew!

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