What do they mean, what do they say?
Images of last night seemed vivid then.
Now I recollect a faint drawing, a mish-mash.
All under a mystical, white cloud.
They could mean anything of the past, a fervent wish of the present.
I piece together a mystery, a segment from within, with no past or present.
They kept me wondering all day, while I wait for the night to near.
Close my eyes again to dream them again, reconstruct the broken pieces.
They may come again, I know, but will I recognise them in the new form?
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
thnk u ash...
ReplyDeleteOften the images are vague but the 'feeling'/ (hangover?) experienced lingers...and may be you can identify them by this 'feeling' that remains? (if they recur that is! mine never does.)
ReplyDeletenice one Jans!
thnks, nimmi!!
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