Up ahead there was a long road,
I tried my best to stay afloat,
Neither I knew nor ever I tried,
To turn around and look for ground,
But when I noticed I was off far,
In the seas of uncertain wrath,
Venom was flowing in my veins,
And to cap it all, it started to rain.
I looked for cover but there were none,
Life now looked like a pun,
In this moment of despair, I came across
An end of a rope which was floating past,
The other end was out of sight,
I searched for it but it was already night,
The falling rain further blocked my vision,
I looked at it again but this wasn’t envision,
I started with the end and went in its direction,
The sea now was calmer and rain showed affection,
I swam and swam until the dawn,
Till when there was light and the wind was gone,
The sea now seemed as a huge green pearl,
Although I was weary but I had hope,
Cause across my waist there was a tied rope,
My joys caught the ninth heaven,
When a boat I found ready to be driven,
I jumped up on and took some rest,
I was tired, I was weary and I was wet,
When I woke up feeling dry and strong,
I started rowing and sang a song,
I rowed and rowed and rowed and rowed,
Went on and on and on and on,
But still I don’t understand what went wrong,
Cause I still am rowing …long forgotten the song,
Looking for the land which is nowhere to be seen,
I don’t know what all places I have been,
I caught a glass bottle a few days back,
It had a story written but had no tag,
I don’t know why I thought I knew the writing,
It resembled mine and I swear that was shocking,
Even the story it talked about was mine,
At the bottom of the bottle I found a dime,
I searched my pockets I had lost mine,
I still wonder who wrote my story,
And threw it away as if unholy,
I wonder why didn’t he wrote an end,
Please decipher this message for me, it seems god send,
By the time you are thinking about what went wrong,
I am trying to remember my old song,
And am still rowing on and on...
9 comments:
well written.....bohot kam chamka....par acccha hai.....[:P]
that is why i say u write dark
whenever i read ur poems its always that feeling of falling on and on and on that i get....
a monotony that it seems u wanna break out of
insightful...
love poems with dark endings....so liked urs..very well written :)
bas didnt get what was the good sent message...who bata de yaar :P
accha likha hai be!
As my neurons conjured....
1.The tangible God-send, the boat, should've been made to discharge its stipulated duties in the stipulated time frame...after which it was... but an ability which has seen the back of the sole/last opportunity. God provides the means...not the ends!
2.God is non-existent...we write our own stories and end them too...this story had ended the moment you decided to sleep...the rest is just blank tape! The bottle was like a dead albatross......life is endless...its quanta and forms are transient.
And...that's a generous quantum of poetic genius!
since i couldn't get much out of what u have written i will assume this was a compliment
That is pretty certain :)
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