Monday, July 4, 2016

Poetic or Prose

I took to the road and charted the route 
Then I just waited to grow some wings 
Prospect of discovery made my heart a flute
I let myself be carried merrily to swing

It has been ages, said my mind unsure
Waxing n waning has me tired and worn
When did I myself truly unwind
My shroud of soul now sullied and torn

I have forgotten, it tells me yet again
To enjoy life's little things much inane
If I let go, if I let it go too far
Won't it open the wounds in vane!

Then ahead I saw the winding road 
The waves of ocean patting the rocks
With water in puddles and leaves afloat
Mimicking a tug on little child's frock 

Come on, come on; keep the pace 
Don't let the yesterdays drift you in maze
The rows of vines beckoning to slow down
Walking  a path unknown in a daze

The clouds kept changing size and shapes
Those dried up hills and rolled up hay
Brushing scenery clear, my eyes agaze
Told me to keep my sorrows at bay 

There a solitary rabbit, here a herd o' horse;
Adorning nature's cope like handmade morse *
It seems all surreal like dreaming a dream
Inside my heart, it's reality enforced

Narrating intact in depiction of life
Is this all real or just a fictional flight !
Stopping the shadows from encroaching the bright
Beauty of nature seems afflicted slight

This toussel to win and lose and win
Has kept the hopes from getting too dim
Will the end be poetic or just a precise prose
For only to nature, belongs a devout hymn

Manjari


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