Sunday, March 22, 2015

Bird with out wings

as the light slowly faded and the dark night
engulfed the land, i sit here, hand in chin, wondering,
confused, deep in thought about what it was and what might be;
as the trees swayed to the gentle lullaby of the night,
sleep was the last thing on my mind,
restless mind and sombre thoughts manifest inside me;
my life has always been a dream,
a never ending chase,
often taking me to hell and back,
a dream that at times seem like a nightmare;
as i sit here and count the scars,
these tortured thoughts scream louder and louder in my mind,
a mind filled with dreams is now just filled with chaos,
maybe out of chaos comes order?
maybe one day? but time is my enemy,
i stand at the edge and wonder, as i look down,
wishing that something could happen,
feel like a bird without wings!
                           By praveen kumar

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