Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Far across the distance
Not measured in miles or time
I sit rejoicing in memories
From this inglorious life of mine
The dreams have long been vanquished
And eternal hope lies lost
The past holds all promise
My future bears it's cost
To make sense of what is not
Illusions I conjure
Yet despite my brave attempts
I know nothing for sure
Far away in fires
All aspiration will burn
I stoke them to simmer longer
In their ashes lie lessons I learn
Darkness holds no false promises
I look forward to the night
There wont be any disappointments
And I find peace at twilight
It really doesn't matter
All my joy and strife
The fool that I am
I think I live life

12 comments:

Ria said...

Loved it!! Where r u these days?? Dont see u around.

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

Thank you!
Wrote that in the train while listening to Green Street Hooligans' One Blood, somewhere between Bandra and Charni Road...
Mat puch yaar, work is friggin' forbidding. My creative juices are drying up I think!

Psy said...

I love this one Bika. Possibly one of your best works ever. The best part is, you're growing up beautifully, (finally).

Love ya.

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

What? Growing up bitter is growing up beautifully?
~Sigh~

Psy said...

The writing doesnt seem bitter... there's a hint of calm-bordering-on-happy acceptance of the fact that its beautiful despite it not turning out the way you thought it would be...

...finally...

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

Hehehehe...hahahaha!
That's the kinda answers I remember writing in Poetry Appreciation back in school! Well don, I must say!
:D

cute n confused said...

oh this is beautiful biks! if u ever publish ur poem book, this one shld be the opening one..and the one u advertise with! ur best work till date!

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

Thank you, thank you!
But this one will probably be in the sequel!
:P

Psy said...

Aah so you think my appreciation is rehearsed and forced, and u want more heartfelt words is it? There's a simple word for this...

... its called FISHING. :P

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

@Psy: Another of my failed attempts at being humble! Didn't think your praise was reharsed!
Dang!

Sneha said...

very well written.;)

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

:)
Thank you...