Spirit, darkness, mountain, clouds
Helpless fear of silent joy abounds
Deafening silence the only sound
And in this freedom newly found
I sculpt the sky and melt the ground
Yet nagged by a skipped beat as my heart pounds
Like a clock being in reverse wound
In my heart I blindly run around
As like an angel I do my rounds
Of the world as by imagination bound
Before thinking your name, I say aloud
As soon as I say it, I am found
In London city, on snowy grounds
By eyes that speak of grassy mounds
And promise of stolen words crowned
By a crooked smile and a playful frown
I'll run with you but let you down
I cannot kiss you lest time should drown
3 comments:
The first line reminded me of 'Echoes, silence, patience & grace'. The rest reminded me of a certain sparrow that used to visit me back at Plot no. 32.
This also gave me an idea for a birthday present for you a few years from now :)
Lovely writing overall, keep up the sublime work!
It reminded me of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy haha.
32, Chikkathogur, Hosa Road will always be 221B Baker Street to me :)
I love the way you fleet between dark subjects and love. Good to read a light poetry from your side. :)
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