I have abandoned the land of dreams,
that illusive backdrop of
poetic extravaganza;
that special place,
where memories are technicolored,
and petty individual histories
are retold in golden, cursive letters,
where the nuances of shadows
are overpowered
by dreamy glow
I will begin, again
of painting deserts
and stark blue skies,
a lone, dried up tree
casting dignified shadows
over the barren landscapes,
and draw another grain of sand
with all my energies
knowing it will be indistinguishable
in the vast monotony
Then I will allow myself
a little bit of vanity
and paint a shell
on the shores of a wild ocean
a shell, tiny, and fragile
and living on the edge
of anonymity
and put down the brush,
content
“where the nuances of shadows
are overpowered
by dreamy glow”
Liked this line a lot.
Nice one, compulsively absorbed in tantalizing partial truths and vague foreshadowing.
Very, very good!
You are actually close to brilliant, if not on the other side of it!
thanks aria. was trying to play with some imagery.
rambodoc: 😮 what is the other side of brilliant?
>> and put down the brush,
content
Content alright.. but for how long the contentment will last ? Khier woh toh soch ne waali baat hein. This poem of yours had a very visual feel to it..
” what is the other side of brilliant?”
Aaahh…but that will take a blog post on its own, won’t it?
🙂
Really good stuff.
Thanks Sakshi. Welcome to my blog.
This is beautiful 🙂