An unfinished poem

As I wait
For it to be clear,
It gets a little murkier still
The directions, the roads,
And the destinations,
Seem a little farther still.

The wanderlust, the open eyes
The craving in the middle of the night
The blanket hot and cold the same
The reading by the candlelight

The solitary temple by the fields
The fireflies, the mellow dark,
The lonely walk to nowhere
The differences in colors so stark

A fish in the pond,
And a frog in the well,
Once taken across the timeless wheel.
A burning itch, and a soulless ditch,
No backward glance, a game of chance.

On these and much more, now I dwell.

About Amit
Conventional, boring, believer, poet, Shayar (to be precise), lover of music, musical instruments, and all that can be called music (theoretically or metaphorically), jack of all master of none, more of a reader less of a writer, arbit philosopher, foolish debater.. and many more such things.. like so many people!

5 Responses to An unfinished poem

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  2. Aparna says:

    Nicely put :). Didn’t get the unfinished bit though, please explain for an ignoramus like me?


  3. v says:

    The wanderlust , the open eyes very beautiful line
    the first 6 lines are very good…… i expected the would tilt towards spiritual yearning…… or maybe my bent of mind is in that direction

    nonetheless very beautiful poem…… yearning for the lover…….


    • Amit says:

      For me, it was coming more from the break I have taken from a corporate job to explore “what next” that prompted this one. Yearning – yes! 🙂


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