Crying for a sign
Crying for some foresight
Crying for a definition of what is
right and wrong
I am not strong, I am not
a pillar
to lean on.
There is no one to speak to
no one will understand
or will they, only too well.
I have only you
the darkness of the night
the quiet whirring of the fan
to keep me company
Do not leave me now
I need you to speak to
to scream at
to claw my way out of this delusion
a deluge of delusion
web after web, wave after wave
I create my own world
and soon it becomes true
It becomes life
and I sit content
on my rocking chair,
pulling at the threads
in the abysmal depths of night
one by one by one.
-- Harish Suryanarayana
14 comments:
The depth of feeling in this poem is amazing. Keep going :).
Thanks Deeps ! So you do drop in sometimes ! Good to know :) Hope Snigdha is doing great !
nice!
Thanks Anusha :) Nice to hear from you after so long.
Oh my god! ur blogging! are u ok?? and that too poetry..oh boy now am worried...
And follow deepthi's blog properly..sunny is a new addition :) 2nd one is born :)
Nothing to worry about at all :) I am doing fine. Random moments of insanity gives rise to a little creativity. This poem in my opinion is one of the best I have written, though it is a little depressing.
And yes bossy sister! I will go through her blog in more detail before I reply to her comments!
Wow....really deep. Luv'd this.
Why, thanks chick. :)
I absolutely love the second stanza. Glad to see your poetry again.
Didn't see Subha's reply and am lol'ing at it right now :-D.
Thanks Ramya. Well, inspiration seems to be thinning out :)
Very nice.
Glad to see your poetry again.
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