Dear readers, I know you may or may not be touched. But I shed a tear as I wrote this. Of all the challenges I have partaken, this is so dear to me, and one of my best. I am just a man of my summer, and I have miss my spring.
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AND GRASSES ARE SAD Crickets left and grasses are sad, While ants stay proud in mansion warm Counting the grains on winter beds, They suffer not to sing a song.
Children do grow and leave their homes, Crickets left and grasses are sad; A child who in breast milk did swim Now swims in pools of drinks and fame.
The cattle graze and old folks watch, Who in their winter call for spring; Crickets left and grasses are sad-- Where have the songs of summer gone?
As I opened my eyes, the only thing I saw around me was darkness, Everything was empty and dull but I still felt harmless. Neither I was scared nor I was lonely, Cause my best companion was with me; my shadow.
In that empty world I was wrapped up in chains, I didn't have hopes cause the things I saw were dead remains. Blood was spilled everywhere on the walls, Neither did I expected any unanswered calls.
I wondered if I was alive, Cause it felt like someone has abandoned me in a bee hive. It's not like I cared who that person was, Cause I believed that results won't change even after knowing the cause.
In that moment of silence I heard an unfamiliar voice, I didn't want to hear it but its not like I had a choice. The voice came closer making me scared, I closed my eyes and ears I hadn't even dared.
Then I realized the voice was pure and enchanting making me immune to it, I wondered if its ok to hear it just for a bit. The voice started disappearing, making all my senses impairing. I struggled wanted to be free, Cause I was drowning in a bottomless sea.
I hoped for something for the first time, I wanted to hear that beautiful chime. I tried so hard but the success was zero, Then at last I lost everything in search of your echo.
Only in your darkness My shadow wanna lose What about the bright lights In which our faded present is alive No our aim is not beyond the horizon But is beyond our together range I still feel the butterflies of your happiness In my stomach,will you handle?? You always set my heart on fire Now that warmth is also faded Our faded is present alive Alive in our heart and mind Remind us about new rules Rules that engulfed all my colors Gave me a faded grey colour Rules that create our faded lives What should I do Whether I sit near shore and crave for your warmth beneath my hands Or these faded waves destroy all my fantasy Your silence push me constantly in my dark thoughts That says
Your love which was fake ,faded my faith Now,only my faded present is still alive
I have felt you in places that leak of grief. Yarrns of desire unravel broken threads of reality. I urge for a hold from your prolonged hands. Fruits of affection cast with worthless seeds. I run my poems on your unfinished love. Words of poignant emotions subject the eternal fairytales. I consume the frowns you ghost from the ordinary. Eyes of lover dim false aspirations. I sing your name as the only song of happiness. Love of distant souls is fragile to live by. I only acknowledge love when it's you around the corner. Circles of heartbeats fail to sync with disbelief. I still linger for the upturned conversations you dropped me with. Voice is the reign of flustered dreams of love. I will always breathe you while hovering on love. Wist is the tale, I will always prevail upon. . #poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #writing, #art, #poemoftheday, #potd, #mirakee, #writersnetwork, @mirakee@writersnetwork