As I walk down the aisle,
I ponder over things which got left,
It crushes the dreams and aspirations.
How the world ceased to be,
The way it ought to be.
As I walk down the aisle,
I ponder over things which got left.
Glitter, and sparks of things,
The feeling of accomplishment,
The drums and dance of victory. Huh,
How the world ceased to be,
The way it ought to be.
As I walk down the aisle,
I ponder over things which got left.
The friends and foe, all one,
Alone, alone walk in sun,
The promises. Now shoulder cold.
How the world ceased to be,
The way it ought to be.
As I walk down the aisle,
I ponder over things which got left.
Nice to read your poem after a long time! I think I have said it before that a kind of pain reflects in your poetry. I can sense it again. Or perhaps you are simply wondering because you also talk about glitter and sparkly things. Nice poem. I like it. Hope to read more soon!
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking out the time. I appreciate your comments. And for the pain in my poems, it is simply my response to inner turmoil in words. I guess it has become my genre.
DeleteGreat touching..
ReplyDeleteKeep it on...