Fields of folly
I walk the fields of folly
trampling over dreams,
some belonging to others
and some my own,
and memories,fresh and old
yearning for reconciliation
hang from ugly vines
that smother the lonesome trees...
and the clouds start weeping
for the departed...
but I wasn't seeking shelter
or solace,
I was merely crossing
over to the other side...
trampling over dreams,
some belonging to others
and some my own,
and memories,fresh and old
yearning for reconciliation
hang from ugly vines
that smother the lonesome trees...
and the clouds start weeping
for the departed...
but I wasn't seeking shelter
or solace,
I was merely crossing
over to the other side...
10 comments:
Aww...liked the mere thought process involved here!! Good one matey! :)
@S3: thanks buddy !
Lovely!!!
I do read this blog page of yours :)
But Comments are websensed :-(
Anyway I don think I am qualified enough to comment on your poetry!!
I m simply happy reading them with wide eyed wonder ;-)
@Sujatha: thank you :) so that is you from google reader?!
hey why have you kept it hidden.. the treasures..... to be hunted huh??? ve to read them all now.... :)
@AKB: hidden? this blog? it was never hidden... thanks :)
gud poetry :).. how do ppl hunt ur blogs out on this secret site??
Well written.
Quite short and simple with a lot of meanings,I like it.
Sometimes i know how hard it is to shrink what you feel to exact words and poetry to be intact and short,but with all the things you wanted to express.
This one is well framed and nicely dealt with poetic issues.:)
Good job dude.
@Kamayani: thanks...its no secret...there always been a link on the Bohemian blog !
@Steve: thanks buddy !
@Writing for crows: thank you :)
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