The mornings usher in with renewed zest
But the day frays away the energy.
The nights cajole the beleaguered soul
But strife traverses relief.
One moves through the myriad patterns that is life
Hoping and working for a better tomorrow.
The race is for a place with the stars
But there is no straw to cling to.
Tepid shivers that remind…
The song of the seagull that haunts.
The cry of the wanderer that hurts.
The laugh of life that provokes and shouts.
Melancholy has lost its tone
And the hyenas are feasting.
The lion is a distant loner
Wondering at the wound of the bee sting.
Life has its animated existence
Mocking at the call of the soul.
Expectations are a worried cousin
And peace the ultimate goal.
This is the beginning of my anthology…
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"Anthology of me.."..Wonderful composition Praveen. The choice of words is apposite and the tone, ethereal. Strikes a chord!
ReplyDeleteThanks, buddy. I will keep writing in here and you send me your comments, as appropriate. Any feedback is always welcome. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteAwsome Praveen. I have never read a similar composition earlier. It surely spells out feelings, beautifully packaged along with the art of words you are so very good at.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Vishnu