Third Poem

I didn’t know you’d last

until I write my third poem

I thought you we re feather like

Light

Unsaturated

Fleeting

Vanishing

In my silence you’d come

Rumbling

Shaking my skin and beneath

Leaving me

Slackjawed

Blue

Drenched

And when my gongs sound

Neon and orange lights dancing

And colored gumballs raining

On my usually cluttered life

You remain

Silent

Placid

Undisturbed

Careless

Unmindful

Guess you are more like the moon

Constantly changing your face

Ephemeral

Unmatched

Waxing

Then waning

Yet ever so uniquely

Illumines my night

This is one of my favorite poems from my 'vault'. I thought it would be nice to dig some pieces from there as my present situation doesnt allow me to produce some pieces. Its been a struggle writing these days.

I am finally ok. I thank God for the 'mind'. It helps us make sensible decisions. I thank God that after everything that has happened, I have only good things to remember. Well, its more of a choice to remember only the good things. What's the use of hoarding things that wont make you smile, right?

Well, here's me wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas. I'd be back for that well flavored Christmas post.And hoping I could write again with more depth. hehe. I kinda am embarassed at how shallow I have been writing.

thanks fro dropping by! Ciao!