Walking along the shadowy banks
A river coursing through silent hills
Feet wandering in shallow cold waters
Mind humming at the edges of infinity
My river a mosaic of broken glass
A hundred dying suns knitted together
Fake, a fake grandeur
Like the sparkle in moistened eyes deceives
The calm air has a certain tinge
Like the bright hues of melting skies
As I draw forth these painted breaths
I wonder, how sometimes
The world stains us..
Echoes of silence rip off the peace
Of my sacred dome
But outside is a world of sound
Melancholy cries of birds
The soft chuckle of river
Yet somehow
They remain unheard
Like a dried leaf floats on
But the waters unaware
What is this teasing odour of?
Odour of the dark?
Odour of absence?
Is this what it feels to be alone?
A single feeling delving deep?
But deep enough
To bruise the tender inner core
Waves lap the rock
Motionless impression-less
It stands
Through old waters and new
It stands
And so shall I
Must walk unfeeling
And wrap these fragile moments
Hold them in my arms
Close to my heart
So that they lie
Unburned by the sun
Unstained by the sky
Unsmoked by the dark and
Unbruised by absence.
Notes- I was walking along a river bank one evening. I find the evenings most inspiring of all times. This poem is about cherishing happy moments and most importantly safeguarding them from all the bad things that happen in life. Because during tough times memories of happier times give us the strength to keep going.
A river coursing through silent hills
Feet wandering in shallow cold waters
Mind humming at the edges of infinity
My river a mosaic of broken glass
A hundred dying suns knitted together
Fake, a fake grandeur
Like the sparkle in moistened eyes deceives
The calm air has a certain tinge
Like the bright hues of melting skies
As I draw forth these painted breaths
I wonder, how sometimes
The world stains us..
Echoes of silence rip off the peace
Of my sacred dome
But outside is a world of sound
Melancholy cries of birds
The soft chuckle of river
Yet somehow
They remain unheard
Like a dried leaf floats on
But the waters unaware
What is this teasing odour of?
Odour of the dark?
Odour of absence?
Is this what it feels to be alone?
A single feeling delving deep?
But deep enough
To bruise the tender inner core
Waves lap the rock
Motionless impression-less
It stands
Through old waters and new
It stands
And so shall I
Must walk unfeeling
And wrap these fragile moments
Hold them in my arms
Close to my heart
So that they lie
Unburned by the sun
Unstained by the sky
Unsmoked by the dark and
Unbruised by absence.
Notes- I was walking along a river bank one evening. I find the evenings most inspiring of all times. This poem is about cherishing happy moments and most importantly safeguarding them from all the bad things that happen in life. Because during tough times memories of happier times give us the strength to keep going.
