I am walking through the maddening crowd No face is covered yet everyone I see wid my eyes hones a shroud. Each face I see is known Yet each is a stranger ..mysterious and unknown. I keep on walking trying to keep pace with al lEveryone acts so cold .. I shudder and I fall. They all keep on walking..none turns back I stare…trying to stand up but then I am tampered down by another fake pack .I wanna look up to them I want them to lift me up.. but I haven’t any strength left I feel ditched…just like a broken stem I wave to them. .i call out but no one helps me up .I lay on my own on the blessed ground Tampered down by people.yea they r my ownall of them I see around Still deep in thought ..bleeding I close my eyes..inside..i feel the flames feeding. I hope some one would come by He would hold me and make me fly. He would take me away from my misery He’d make me so happy…oh that’s to much to think..it makes me dizzy. I open my eyes Still believing in my lies. I try to get up and fall againI try again ignoring the pain .But I fall again..but I know I’ll have to get up on myself No one’s gonna come for meI am just as some dust on the wooden shelf. Then I stagger again..mingling with the crowd No one notices …they actually din’have the time to uncover their shroud. One fine day when this journey will end When finally I would be free ..i won’t need to blend. I wonder if anyone would notice my absence Would two people fight for my justice…would anone stand up in my defence. I tried to touch each lifeA nd while I am at the point of the death knife .I would wonder was my life worthwile Did I do anything to make everyone smile .Maybe someone would drop a tearA real one..it’d roll down crystal clear Through that maddening crown it’d steer. I’d sip it in the sky Oh yes that’d be the moment when I’d die Satisfied..i’ll have my wish..and I’d fly.. Away from the mad crowds..Away from the different coloured shrouds…
i liked it its quite similar to a poem i wanted to post ...anyways urs has said it ... so i wont..!! past couple of years .. were all an extension of this useless thought of wastefulness of living.. i believe even if we think of it its a waste and even if we dont nothing changes... these things look good only at this shady corner of literary pursuit called poetry ..thats one reason i love poems keep posting
@nandita... Its too awesome...even your semi-arranged lines seem just too beautiful... Its times like these when you feel like being alone...and you write poetry... Ofcourse..its not a choice...its overflowing from your mind...into the computer... Love it... keep writing...
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, Some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all Even if theyre a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. This poem gives me a lot to think on. I hope you all like it too.
wow that was nice. so do you guys mind if we borrow your lyrics? i have riffs but i just dont know how to write. better still, give us tips on song writing? i just dont seem to get the flow. Most of what i write end up half awesome and half rubbish. and mostly when im drunk. So its hard to remember the lyrics the next morning. is there any specific method? i dont think so, but just curious.
no specific method...listn to ur hrt..pick up d pen..nd write wateva is on ur mind....dun think much.. trust me...ull hav it..
