(Its been 8 months since my last blog, but it just happened that I wrote a few poems but just could not either conclude them or fill the spices in the , middle or just could not start. And suddenly today i just thought I would take the bits and pieces from each of those unfinished poems and try to sew them together to make this poem. PLEASE DO COMMENT , IT would be APPRECIATED)
Strange is the path to love,
A path uncertain , obstacles on the way ,
Is it just about being ready to consummate ,
Or about being there every moment,
Every minute , every hour, every day.
Its all a farce, a never ending mirage,
Looking into your eyes my darling,
Love is at best a distant second,
Lust is all I get to see.
Strange is the path to such happiness,
Relationships to keep , Relationships to break,
Making a new path, new unforeseen way,
A Life changing instance it could be,
Or may even take a life away.
A drop of creamy white is birth,
A drop of viscous black is death,
And then you have a sea of brine,
To outpour during work, sex and play.
Strange is the path to such a life,
No directions to go by ,
No rules to go by, no absolute way,
Just trusting your instincts,
And living in your imaginary way.
A choice is to be made,
Whether to be confined to boredom,
Or to the backwaters of ecstasy ,
Or better still a life which is obsolete ,
Of absolutely nothing
Strange is the path to make money,
You need some to make some,
After all anything multiplied to zilch is zilch,
But then you may end up with a honeycomb,
Saving one penny at a time.
Lighting a matchstick in a wildfire ,
Drinking a glass of water under the sea,
Using an air cylinder to sky dive ,
All you want is a speck of sand from the desert.
I want to jive , I want to dive,
I want to try , try to fly
Fly away from love
Into calm and tranquility,
Fly away from happiness,
Into peace and serenity,
Fly away from life,
Into darkness and the unknown
Fly away from money,
Into satisfaction and harmony .
Fly, fly away onto the horizon,
Fly fly away into oblivion
Fly, fly , Fly away to the Strange
3 comments:
it was a gud meaning ful poem....or lets put it this was it was a poem meaningful enough for me to understand..hehehe(u knw what i meant)....u knw what u shud it give to metallica so that they can use the lyrics to make it unforgiven 4 what say? and i mean it
Hmmmmm, Nice read.
I see a bit of pessimism being shown as a adventurous pursuit.
But you have written better ....
dear dhi,
lots of meaning tucked into every line of the poem - and you've managed to touch every aspect of life that inspires budding poets - love, happiness, life itself, money, success - in that sense it is a rich poem.......rich in content and thoughts, but I must admit if i hadn't read the intro to the piece, I would still have been able to make out that certain bits have been strung together, I'm not able to point out exactly where, but I feel the flow inconsistent in parts. No offence meant - just being honest. I liked the essence of the poem but would need to read it once again to completely lap it up! And one more thing - the pessimist in you never hides does he???!!!! :) Good job and do blog more often!
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