a pen, some thoughts, some words
sometimes the yearning of an ordinary
life poured out on white paper
dreams of a dreamy soul scattered around.
Words are scattered on paper
Sometimes with deeper meaning
Some times to just play with
Sometimes to paint a beauty.
Dreams of a bird without wing to fly
touch the blue heavens, the sky
roam around the white, fluffy clouds
to kiss the wind, to catch the rain in sky.
His mortal body with limited means
may not be able to do these things
but his mind the most powerful being
indulges in these dreams unrestrained.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
4 comments:
Hi Trisha, this is a good expository narrative poem,:-).
Fine way to explore how this "art of expression" that we call poems usually come into existence.
An interesting write. :-) keep it up!
dear lj,
thanks. your poems are fantastic.
actually i have a friend who uses your profile name so i checked whether you both are same, but not, but i was gainer.
best wishes
dreamz can take you any where...lets dream and dream and dream...thatz all we can do...!!!
liked it...
cheeerzz.....;)
td,
yes, and they can add a dash of colour in our day to day life, which sometimes loses colours. i am an eternal dreamer. i dream but dont lose my touch with reality, i use dreams as a cushion against harshness of reality.
best wishes,
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