What is the point in singing today-
When songbirds lie dead in your head?
What is the point in dancing today-
When the rain clouds have all fled?
In the little sky between your fingers,
You write prose in stranger tongues-
And in the little blue patch on your palm,
You carry skeletons of love ballads unsung.
Your prose speaks of smiles-
Which gleamed like the torch Prometheus stole,
And your palm tells stories that the leaves left incomplete -
Before they got blown.
As the world is lulled to sleep today-
By the soft song of the newborn wind,
Let us not talk of the days lived-
Long ago in a light year now swept away clean.
For, what is the point in talking today-
When poetry has been long dead?
What is the point in living today-
When all our hearts have bled?
15 comments:
hope the next poem doesnt have to wait for a grey coloured day.
wonderful.
it's beautiful. it's simple...purity of thoughts and expression...i loved it.
impressive header image...
great words also
"In the little sky between your fingers,
You write prose in stranger tongues-
And in the little blue patch on your palm,
You carry skeletons of love ballads unsung.'"
awesome ..
i love.
In the little sky between your fingers,
You write prose in stranger tongues-
And in the little blue patch on your palm,
You carry skeletons of love ballads unsung.
my favourite.
oh damn.
i just realised after quoting that the the one who commented right before me quoted the same.
:)
Your prose speaks of smiles-
Which gleamed like the torch Prometheus stole,
And your palm tells stories that the leaves left incomplete -
Before they got blown.
My favourite lines, loved it :-)
lovedlovedloved:))
Very nice!
succinct and clear...
nice work again...
hey thnxx for visitng the new blog :DDD....i luvd the sepian tinge in this one....pretty warm ...:)
Omg love this!! Especially the second para =)
And nice blog!
love your header pic!!!!
love the kines
"And in the little blue patch on your palm,
You carry skeletons of love ballads unsung."
u shud write poetry more often!
very very nice..=)
.. And what is the point in writing today-
When it's all about choices, I say.
What is the point in choosing to crib today-
When we can choose to be happy and gay.
[Please don't mind, after reading it.. I just felt it to be incomplete, so I did my bit. You're free to delete or something.
And yeah.. Interesting blog there. I'll come back and read the rest of the things too, but later. For the time being, I'm just too stuck with this poem!]
very interesting selection of words and very artistic..it had me imagining
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