The Poetry Marathon

the heart wants to 

write lines on love and loss

hum the lyrics of desires

dream of the silver

and golden mouths of galaxies

the heart wants to

beat in the peaceful solitude

of snowy mountains

touch the cold streams

that banish all thoughts

and stillness of meaninglessness

the hand only writes

on the blackboard

concepts to be taught tomorrow

chapter 1 and 2 and 3

and 30

the heart drowns

in the chapters to be taught

till eternity

the last light of life fades,

the sun downs on my brow. 

my hair are like the silver cups

with fancy black bows you liked.

I cannot separate anymore

between left and right.

misty memories of moments,

hazy hues crowd my sight.

Yet I go on,

I remember Frost’s words I read long ago

‘I have promises to keep’.

the promises I made to you

to protect us

to be with each other

to share the same bed

to look at each other

in the first morning light

to wake with a kiss

to laugh with you

I will go on;

till my last breath , till you are there.

random conversations :

cultural, spiritual, artistic

words stacked

one

on

the

other

sounds bubble over

all play,together, in my mind

making me analyse and think,

making me hit replay.

they sink slowly

into the warmth of steam

dissolve in the void till

solemn silences subdue

difficult thoughts of loneliness

and pain

lost in the lather

of soap and a warm bath

Hi everyone, I am going to be trying the Poetry half marathon for the first time. Looking forward to it.