Sunday, February 1, 2009

Loosing touch with you...


so many things have changed since then,
so many faces have turned black.
so many trees have fallen since then,
so many tears have shed.

i left you all with dreams of joy,
i return to see no one rejoys.
i lived on the land far away,
and now i have come to see all this.

Alas! i feel like an alien to this wonderland.
This land where i lost my heart happily,
but dread to share my pride with anyone now.

Oh land! what a game to play with me.
Without telling me that rules have changed,
Is this the way to over rule me?

I accept to accept my defeat,
at the hands of those who have overgrown claws.
The soft fingers of comfort and joy,
have gone numb and dry...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

“O Motherland! Bless us with a benevolent mind! Help us realize all the knowledge with the each passing day and may I acquire wealth from the earth!” - Atharva Veda

Unknown said...

you asked ... I read your poems...
my feedback is do not look or even ask for feedback... its in the nature of echoes to be reactive... and elongate if not distort the original..the spontaneous - rather find the feelings.... condense into chosen words - symbols are powerful very very powerful... for in the end its not about the words.. the words are just tools..

some nice writing that may interest you...
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/warrioroflight/11.04.2007/issue-n%C2%B0144-manual-for-conserving-paths/
regards