How oft I look at the grey sky,
And breathe the hope of a last sigh.
For the many undone things,
That give imagination wings;
On a high flight, I wander into my past-
Wondering how long, these dark shadows will cast?
Innumerable questions with answers that ask more;
The setting evening darkness-es to the inward journey lure!
The mind wanders farther as the lasting strength dies;
The pain deepens further as the frozen heart cries;
And then it all stops and every sense just blocks;
With every key I turn I secure many locks.
-Monica
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How oft I look at the grey sky,
ReplyDeleteAnd breathe the hope of a last sigh.
Do not know much about poesis, My comments are literal.
Every word is perfect except "last sigh." last? why? May be the next lines would have answer to this why... but its not a very good begining... Its like it makes sigh redundant in a way
For the many undone things,
That give imagination wings;
On a high flight, I wander into my past-
Wondering how long, these dark shadows will cast?
Why do things undone give imaginations wing and not things one is doing... Is what one's doing always so monotonous? hmmmm.....
And what's this wandeing into the past thing... I think shadows would always be cast if you wander into the past... the sun is here the sun is today... past is all shadow.... whenever there's light there's a shadow.... the shadow is but a proof of the fact that there's light... and if the past casts that then that only means present is better. but the problem is we do not know how to conserve what we have.... we do not know how to use light... when we look at the grey sky we talk about a breath of last sigh.... I mean the sky is the opportunity.... let the imagination have wings ... but not the undone things .... the opportunity is now.... otherwise itwould always be undone ...
Innumerable questions with answers that ask more;
All Answers always ask more. The solution is to pay no heed to questions. No Answers means no more questions. the cycle breaks there.
The setting evening darkness-es to the inward journey lure!
The mind wanders farther as the lasting strength dies;
The pain deepens further as the frozen heart cries;
And then it all stops and every sense just blocks;
With every key I turn I secure many locks.
hmmm.... stop turning keys ....
it only seems you never stop and take a breathe... STOP.... enjoy the moment... live in the moment not live for the moment....
ReplyDeleteAmit I think you know me too well and sometimes I still wonder if you know it all? I am glad you took the time to read, ponder and write back, not many do....I appreciate your time and effort and also take your suggestions.
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