Friday, 5 October 2007

Poetry For Thought

Title:Focus

Bordering the lines of sanity,
Cruising the skies of haze,
Humming the notes of a plea,
Sliding the sounds of a melody.
Utterly weak and strong,
Helplessly silent,
Hopelessly in love with the world,
Inconsistently moving on.
Free falling through reality,
Savouring every scent,
As if tomorrow is unreal,
Its something close to vitality.
Hold her and kiss her,
With closed eyes hold her still,
At peace behind those tired eyes,
All these words are now, just a blur.

- 5 oct 2007
5:29pm

1 comment:

Hari Potter said...

Your poems always evoke an emotion. I think that's the most wonderful aspect of any form of artistry that anyone can achieve. Keep em coming.