Saturday, August 28, 2010

In Search Of

Wild and free
Sea winds of my mind,
Waves of illusions.
Ripples that bind,
This world and that,
Like hands entwined.

Moist breezes,
Twilight looms,
Leaves rustle,
In a familiar tune.
But alas!The ears they lie,
The leaves were not what they used to be.

This sky is that,
Blue and one,
The mind reasons,
What the heart doth shun.
Morning dies,
In want of a sun.

Moist breezes,
Twilight looms,
Moist eyes,
Filled with gloom,
Looks through the haze,
For that world,
The eternal womb.

4 comments:

Minakshi said...

I know this feeling.

Very well versed :)

The Dark Side Of The Moon said...

I know you know. :) :(
Thank you. :)

T. Mukherjee said...

Through the haze
Deep in the maze
Habits hid in the guise of destiny
But the daze shall break
And hope shall amaze.

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