indigo journey
the indigo skies beckons my uncertainty.
fear grips my soul, for i do not know what lies ahead.
the stars fail to twinkle, resembling extinguished flames of hopes.
when would i ever see the strong white beam of light, emitted by the tall imposing lighthouse?
sailing alone on this vast ocean, when would i ever see terrestrial delight?
i yearn for the lush greeneries, mist atop the mountains.
like a veil across the Afghan beauties face, secluding her demeanour from the public's eye.
i yearn to feel the warm sand beneath my cold wet feet, to let me know that i won't be swept away.
let me feel the undulating landscape beneath my feet. the soil shifting with my every pace.
yet, i am travelling on firm secure lands, embracing 'grounded-ness'.
the ocean is silent. i only hear the waves clashing. the whisper of the winds sings my lonely song.
the icy Atlantic winds stabs my soft face like a dagger.
i yearn for someone to caress my face with his warm hands, wipe my frozen tears away.
i am waiting for a hug that lets me know that i am safe in secure arms.
that i won't need to set sail again, cutting the only rope that ties me to the harbour.
the road ahead never stops, it just leads to nowhere.
the destination is unknown. i cannot anticipate the end.
i am tired. when can i stop? where would i stop?
would a car run me down, or would i accept a hitch-hike offer?
would i only stop till my shoes and body wears out; when my kidney fails due to dehydration?
the flames of the candle has been extinguished.
the room is dark. i reach out my hand, but i cannot find my directions.
i can feel no one except emptiness that holds my hand.
what would you do, if the flame of passion has died...
would you re-ignite the feeble flame, or on the electrical lamp, signifying the end of the romance?
posted by Veen @ 18:18
1 Comments:
it is a very interesting poem with hmm...an unusual mix of imagery..if poetry is meant to convey a sentiment then it has done so...you do not use words in a forceful manner which i think is good unlike me who tries too hard sometimes thereby stifling what i might want to say
but the remarkable thing here is that its the first time i have read n extended poem from u n so my opinion is biased as the exclusivity of it conveys a sense of rarity as i know you do not write often;>
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