Monday, March 19, 2012

Flame


Sitting by the window
Accompanied by my shadow
In a boring room
On a lazy noon
Deep in thought
letting time pass
Lots to do,
But I am hanging around.

Those delicate fingers
taps off the cinders
Fuming into flame; the sparks
Slope of gold and blue and red lurks
The bold face of fire as in hearth
Blown brighter by the breath

Whiff of cold air hits me hard,
I don't know why its sad
The blue blue sky
Is dark and hazy.
I wonder why?
I want to see the bright blue sky
But I just see it dark and hazy

Lots to do,
But I am hanging around.
I am waiting for you
and the blue blue sky...
Image Courtesy: Yours Truly
Verses by: Insignia

11 comments:

  1. Hey, You have an award on my blog :) Take care

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  2. Much like your other great works, this too has turned out to be a masterpiece.

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  3. As always, very nicely written. Profound. Thanks.

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  4. Neha,

    Read all pending posts. Love Hate is a very forceful poem. I agree with you that one needs to act instead of just lamenting about Domestic Violence. Please do give me the link as I too would like to read and see if that is made up or real. Congratulations on completing 3 years here. Hope to see you for a long time to come. Love to read your posts. Why should one succumb to smoking even if one is depressed? I gave up smoking more than 30 years ago.

    Take care

    PS : My id is in my profile for sending link.

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