Sometimes I feel,
life is like a ride on a swing.
Slow when it starts,
watchful eyes and careful hands
ready to support
if need befalls.
And then the flight begins.
Feet leave the ground,
eager eyes penetrate
the unseen world beyond.
An urge to break free.
An urge to soar past all.
Constant oscillations
between the happiness high above
and frustrating mediocrity below
that has not become a habit,yet.
Then evening creeps in
stealthily and brings slumber with her.
Watchful gazes and careful touches
have long been left behind.
And as loneliness spreads it's wings
the swing moves
slower and slower
till it stops
at the end of a long long ride.
life is like a ride on a swing.
Slow when it starts,
watchful eyes and careful hands
ready to support
if need befalls.
And then the flight begins.
Feet leave the ground,
eager eyes penetrate
the unseen world beyond.
An urge to break free.
An urge to soar past all.
Constant oscillations
between the happiness high above
and frustrating mediocrity below
that has not become a habit,yet.
Then evening creeps in
stealthily and brings slumber with her.
Watchful gazes and careful touches
have long been left behind.
And as loneliness spreads it's wings
the swing moves
slower and slower
till it stops
at the end of a long long ride.
6 comments:
Excellent! A pretty simple piece, but no less mesmerizing. Proud of you!
lovely...brings back a rush of memories
Wow! Nice thought & very very true! I feel like slowing down n wat abt u??? My suggestion to u is, fly high!!! :)
beautiful.
'Then evening creeps in
stealthily and brings slumber with her...'
wonderful lines!
@arvind- and I of u!!
@Little boxes-childhood memories?
@sreetama-slowing down? no if I stop it'll be an abrupt one.I wont slow down.:)
@idle thoughts-thank you.:)
@anurima-honoured dear poetess!!
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