Wednesday, 26 January 2011
zeroing into the arrow
who erased that arrow-
the one which lead me to dawn
now I am perpetually hanging in the night
where I dream of light,
the path laid with trees
flames in their branches
fire my passionate heart
night is not just symbolic of darkness
it is the bridge between luminosity and ignorance
choice lies on me, to which I wake up
"I will pass that coffee, and let the rays of sun permeate me"
I might have wanted a break from poetry, but poetry had other ideas. It insisted to get out of my mind. So here I am. I have not edited or polished it. Maybe someday I will get around doing that. Or maybe not.
BTW, Monday Poetry Train has not stopped. It is still running in full steam, well, I use electricity now. Go post your poetry URLs in the there!