Apr 18, 2011

the morning sun
hope in his hand slung
rose to greet me today
as i struggled to find , another reason
to shun that hope away



i sulked on stars, vanishing away
and the moon that set me free


i used my pillow 
to shield my being
from the happiness that he beamed
couldn't care for the day,anyway
my dream was still my dream!


i held my ground , but lost again
couldn't help my eyes not see
that fragile bird on my window pane
singing her song , taking me away
to tufts of foam on waves of  sea.


as i  bore witness, oftentime 
to nature's famed machinery
the night,she left gracefully
teh bird didn't seem to mind
it robbed my dream , the sun so vile
felt another, couldn't help but smile !











1 comment:

speaking mind said...

that's the irony...."humans prefer to sob over the dead rather than smiling with the living"....and "the hope comes when life appears listless and not when you are still livid"... after-all life couldn't afford to lose it's amusements....and the survivor learns to blackmail life for it's own amusement

no matter how much i try life refuses to cross by fate turns her head away but my heart refuses to sway i hate this word......optimism ...