Monday, April 13, 2009

I Am A Lonly Word Fallen Out From A Poet's Feelings

It was long before that I realised the value of my Feelings.I was stumbled by the facts that cornered me into a varied side of this world.I couldnt explain the obligations surrounding me.All I was left was with one dark history of tears and emotions.I stood there alone in the dark hoping to get help from the long shadows that passed my way.No one came to my rescue.The reflections on the surface of water proved how much I missed my future. I could look inside myself and see a long tunnel of desparations and failures.The world around me was probably dark and I senced that my directions have disappeared.


Memories sometimes pushes you to the edge. I remember one of those ocassions when life asked me what I was expecting from it.I couldnt answer him because my words were struck.He wouldnt wanna wait for another minute because he says he is being pushed forcefully by time.From then,I understood Time was my enemy.He makes  me to travel through paths unknown to me without my consent.He takes me away from people whom I always cared for.Time,I understood was a liar.A multifaceted liar.On one side he does a drama of caring and on the other side he punishes you.I realised slowly that he never cared for me.So selfish that he just cared for  nothing but to move forward pushing everything infront of him.

Why do people laugh at me?Is it because that I fell down from my throne?I remeber these people praising me when I was with my master.They would sing about me,they would try to give new meanings to my inclinations.Today,they are laughing at me.

The old book is still gathering dust in my library.Its been quite a time since I opened it.Today I wanna go though it,find the missing pages which I tore during my visits previously.Today for the first time I wish I never did that.I could hav found my missing feelings in those pages.My emotions never complain but my heart does.I wanna go back where I came from,this world is not for me.


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