everything seems larger than lifenothing seems normal anymore
every minute detail seems too close for comfort
and screaming without a sound.
maybe i need to step back from the peeping glass
and look around and see
the landscape spread as far as eye can see.
and see that day follows the darkest night
and spring follows the coldest winter
while life keeps moving on
whether i stand still or race ahead.
come hold my hand
and let's walk this last stretch together
we then have a lifetime more
once we reach the end of this road.
sing me your songs
so that i can sing along
and not think of 'could have beens'
or forgotten melodies.
every minute detail seems too close for comfort
and screaming without a sound.
maybe i need to step back from the peeping glass
and look around and see
the landscape spread as far as eye can see.
and see that day follows the darkest night
and spring follows the coldest winter
while life keeps moving on
whether i stand still or race ahead.
come hold my hand
and let's walk this last stretch together
we then have a lifetime more
once we reach the end of this road.
sing me your songs
so that i can sing along
and not think of 'could have beens'
or forgotten melodies.
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6 comments:
After a long time on your page. read all the poems, really like the one called a peep into my feverish mind, and the current one is great too.
screaming with no sound would be so desperate and helpless.. scary thought!
ooh pretty love poem :)
u hav gotten into the poetry phase again :)
somehow the last two poems leaves one with a sense of feeling that the 'poet' seems a bit disoriented, lost and mebe resigned to!! this too shall pass!
where is the poet gone?
:)
whats up??!
@sujata : i've been absconding... thanks for the comment! :)
@shruti : thanks :)
@ ramblings : i should check with the poet! :P
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