Life has become a race..
It moves at a searing pace..
Time flies like the landscape does..
When you travel at the Swift's pace..
Not a moment to enjoy the lush valley..
Not even the beautiful roses..
O how much I miss the tranquility..
Always pulled back in the race by the worldly forces..
I make the courage to look where the herd is heading..
And realise its opposite to what I crave..
I halt my tracks, turn around..
And start my journey against the wave..
wohoooo...another nice one...!!
ReplyDeleteI would like to c something other than a poem next time...u defi got the wherewithal to do that! :)
Wow, really nice :)
ReplyDeleteI can figure out ur current mental state !
I think all of us here can relate to your poem.. Nice work there Sumit.. One line of each of your poem made an impact on me.. Here it was the last line.. Subhaan Allah!! :)
ReplyDeleteNice!
ReplyDeletesorry...i dont think its complete...your will to make your own choices is subdued...in one instance you are talking of "race" then other instance "herd"...some connect is missing...it appears from tile of the poem that your making choice is recurrent phenomenon, but your poem doesnt bring it out strongly...it not a bad thought or a bad poem...but falls short of shaking one, the way following verses shake one:
ReplyDeleteDoes my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
- from "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou