An unfinished poem
December 4, 2012 5 Comments
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.
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Nicely put :). Didn’t get the unfinished bit though, please explain for an ignoramus like me?
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Unfinished because the quest is not yet over 🙂 And also because I started writing it and hit the writer’s block 😉
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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…….
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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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