Sunday, January 6, 2008

Free

Its quite strange the way it is...
Tears well up
When I want them least
Smiles I have to weave
When i want them to leave .
Yet i feel proud
Of my innocent nerves
For not popping off
Even when their wreck is known;
For not pushing me down
The somber valley of insanity.
I want to forgive
I want to hold close
But i want to give happiness most of all.
Embracing when I fail at it
I must set free;
Free to go and conquer
All it wants and deserves;
Except me.


( Image courtesy : Shekhar Shimpi


Original source : Ecstasy by Maxfield Parrish )

6 comments:

ShEkHaR said...

Meenakshi

Nice mellow Poem.
I love the Rhyme,.

I've got Perfect Visual (In My Opinion)
for your Poem,..
Check your mail

:)

ShEkHaR said...

write more yaar
4 to 6 lines are enough
:)
keep on writing

ShEkHaR said...

Gone with the wind...... again???

buggy said...

hey shekaraaa ..what
u saying to her?...to write more but keep it short?...so that nobdy has to endure it for long?/huh?
that is one rare appreciation...

Meenakshi said...

buggyy...

:P

Ekanthapadhikan said...

Both the pic. and the poem is lovely.

I especially liked the lines - ""Smiles I have to weave
When i want them to leave ."

There's a rhythmic quality to it. Keep writing, for I'll be closly following.