When the lights dim
As a thousand stars light the dark sky
Your words lit the darkness that clouded my heart
Slowly, but surely
You nudged away the flickering light
Stationed yourself as my reading light
Was it a mistake?
A slip of your tongue.
An error in my understanding
Or in your lesson
Words from your mouth
Sweet nothings, faded, as the lights went out
A buzz you were in the depths of my heart
An imagination is what you think
Perhaps you are right
As always
Crashed yourself in
And walked away like none happened
Can you possibly know this?
Perhaps, never again
Will you take this road again.
I may be standing,
Please be informed, there’s no more me
For, you have sickled me through
Hello, and thanks a ton for stopping by! Here you'll find the ramblings of a girl err...woman left uninterrupted, or a woman left to her own devices! It's in such moments of uninterrupted ecstasy I find myself, far, far away from the madding crowd, where an Oak tree, shepherds me. ;)
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Our life is a baggage of such lights and sights
that prepares us for similar fights.
It is the righteousness that shows the lights
in case of those ugly darkness sides.
I say: How dare you sickle me through?
'Cos I choose and define my own road through!
With each such darkness, I glow the light
that is lying deeeeeeeeeep in my chest.
Life is a bliss that gives me different tastes.
O! Lord! Help me light the light lying deep in my chest.
Good for you, Brian. :) And, thanks for the comment.
I can see your poetry evolve and this is the most mature one yet. But don't stop, go on...
Confessional poets milk their life for their art. I can see which path you take. The path taken by Sylvia Plath earlier. :D
Moushumi
hey moush...that's quite flattering...but u could hardly call me a confessional one...;) but, yea...i do get inspired...but, not confessional..as yet, i guess...:)
Okie cool! Not confessional yet! :D
Moushumi
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