There lay my sword helpless and unaccompanied;
For I have not accorded it now for ages.
Looks spate through the air to meet mine;
To explore the profundity of my cages.
I gaze it with a tacit look;
When my senses dive into the yesteryear.
Me fagging, enduring and ascertaining;
Sans any halt …sans any fear.
How I manifested the intuitive feeling in me;
How I basked in glory.
How every moment had a special vigor;
Every word had a story.
I demand to rationalize the wilder me;
A reason for the abrupt doom.
Alas !! I fail miserably;
I wish I could come back soon.
My eyes wide open, heart gasping hard;
I rush through the thoughts that I shortly had.
I take a vow never to forfeit , never to lone my sword;
For it has known the genuine me, it is my God.
7 comments:
oye LIPS kana be MBA join kala pare literature kut-kut ke bahar aa raha hai..
its lovely yar..
sata kaha kouthu tipichu na!!!! :p
kk..among all da things u hv written so far dis is da best yar... lemme give u an advice..
do publish all your poemz.
u can show it to Rajni Sir for further corrections par ek bar maine dekh liya na soch le hit hai :p
kk..keep writing..
It's literature, it's art!! Awesome piece. Loved reading it. (except the fact that I had to Google quite a few words of it. ;))
@Paddy- oyeeee.... its certified original work...duffer :P n yeh I will surely forward my small anthology to Rajni Sir. His comments are all the more necessary :)
Anyway thanks...luv ya :)
@Nihar- I love it when someone compliments me on literature :)
Thank you so much buddy :)
another lovely work from our lippo proves that all those dry business discussions and management jargons couldn't kill the poet inside her...trulely it reflects...good work...!!!
@sayani- thank you dearie :)
i like this one a lot...but i didnt quite get the third line..good yaar nice
Hey Rij thankies...!!
Bdw the third line says that "my pen's looks tore through the air to meet my looks"
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