Vain attempts to evoke a dead soul
Familiar cries of anguish
And the feeling of a large gaping hole
The dismemberment ,
Parts of one unified whole
Like the million pieces of glass
A moment after its fall
No time to pick up
Nor a second to look back
In a moment one changes
And dons another role
A new face , fresh expressions
New words .new talk, new ways and needs
Newer expectations too
An upheld hand amongst the muted numbers
And the moment of silence
Follows...
And seemed like it would never end
Eternity.
Am trying something here. hope it achieves the end i want it to...
6 comments:
n i only help you reaffirm that...
nice poem in between, m sure tukun da will rate you higher now...:(
time to go for copyright protection
And the moment of silence
Follows...
And seemed like it would never end
Eternity.
hmmm
LOL
this is the first time i m reading your blog. i m somehow getting a feeling that you are an eliot fan.am i right?
nice job..but next time,think about some changes in the typography[commas,spaces,colons etc...]...if you have time,please read prufrock again, you will be amazed to see how greatly typography can modify the meaning of a poem...[the women come and go...michaelangelo part]
-bye
rather interesting...!!!
try harder.
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