A weird calm while things’re wrong
A strange trust without friends among
Wove her craft, shouting aloud-
Silence, came through the crowd.
The brain’s complex, we all move on
We teach it to forget, it responds.
Yet, we hold back, know not why
Friendship, love or too hard to try
Life’s good, hunky-dory
Feeling fine, hey, a-hoy!
Tiny pieces want to wait
The rest forget it all as fate
The break I need and the peace
Also the time, yes, please
I sit back, take a breath
Somewhere I fear, our death.
Time goes by and all might change
One thing’s constant, yes, change!
Happiness, joy all abound,
But deep down, I crave a sound.
Afterthought- I really should not attempt poetry! Anyway, shall come up with a proper blog post soon. It has been years, I know.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008 | Posted by Jayashree Bhat at 12:07 PM |
The last word
Labels: Poems
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3 comments:
I smell that you have suffered some injustice..
am i right?
;)
Speculating for hidden meanings in one's poetry has always been a risky ground. This one seems more of an account of holiday preparation to me, but let it be. We can wait till you come up with something as an explanatory of it for the naive.
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