I could hear your footsteps
Tamping to the rhythm of my heartbeat
My entangled hands moved to reach you
Bleeding path of destiny haunting my way
Words of sarcasm hitting me hard
I closed my eyes to see you
Bruises of past brushing me, I shivered;
holding you tight, I could feel the warmth
closing my eyes tight to hold the dream
Living the moments I never would embrace
Smiling at the zenith of the fake happiness;
The halos of fate and faith lightening my canvas
I spilled the colors of my life on your wet hand.
I opened my eyes with an empty hope
To see the colors of for coming seasons subliming
3 comments:
Rain and nostalgia are inseperable in some way. Especially if you are from Kerala :-). I really liked the analogy of life to the canvas and the part about fate and faith lighting it up. Well said! May you blog on :)
true.. rain takes u down the memory lane.. makes u think of things.. and it is one of the few things u'd like to enjoy on ur own..
very nice poem and definitely reminds me of a band called "opeth" who write in similar thoughtful ways .. Though u claim "unless you know me well,I doubt you can understand my words" in ur first post, i believe this thing is really understandable and none the less awesome .. cheers .. write more!
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