As the pen laid dry,
the mind wandered,
grew restless and quivered,
exasperated,
struggling for freedom,
from the shackles of its own failings.
Longing for the free flow of a waterfall,
the carefree sprint of a deer,
the boundless flight of an eagle.
With quivering hands, it attempted to regain
the lost glory of the past,
like a fawn taking its first steps.
but was brought down to the ground,
by the ruthless claws of the predator,
Gasping for life,
Eyes longingly staring into space,
desperate to reach out,
for one last time.
the mind wandered,
grew restless and quivered,
exasperated,
struggling for freedom,
from the shackles of its own failings.
Longing for the free flow of a waterfall,
the carefree sprint of a deer,
the boundless flight of an eagle.
With quivering hands, it attempted to regain
the lost glory of the past,
like a fawn taking its first steps.
but was brought down to the ground,
by the ruthless claws of the predator,
Gasping for life,
Eyes longingly staring into space,
desperate to reach out,
for one last time.
this certainly cnt b d last time :)
ReplyDeletei m ur fan after dis :)
seriosly touching
that's a bit too kind and flattering..... :)
ReplyDeleteAnd though it did start on a personal note, it did not end on one. So yeah, not the last time. :)
ADI You should seriously consider and take up this art.. Good Work!! Seldom in exasperation, creativity flows and if it does, perhaps, you can create a masterpiece!!
ReplyDelete@Raj Menon -Again, thank you so much for the generous appreciation! I cannot begin to describe how much it means to me, coming from a person I don't personally know. And I do intend to keep at it.... :)
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