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:
Meenakshi
Nice mellow Poem.
I love the Rhyme,.
I've got Perfect Visual (In My Opinion)
for your Poem,..
Check your mail
:)
write more yaar
4 to 6 lines are enough
:)
keep on writing
Gone with the wind...... again???
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...
buggyy...
:P
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.
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