Tired feet's,
Habit to ease,
Another's shoes,
Off their heat,
And shoulders lend,
To passing each,
And befriend,
Their unknown dreams,
Whilst their own;
Tattered piece,
Of life or joy,
Or sorrows meek,
Wait in wonder,
In shy peeks.
For desire drives;
The world to seek,
Oneself at,
A price that seems,
Fair enough-
Lest you leave,
This bargain fair,
And wouldn't keep,
My hopes upon,
A fair mantle piece,
To quench my thirst,
That wouldn't cease;
But drown itself,
In your cluttered heaps...
(c) Gunveen Sachdeva
5 comments:
looks like someone is scared to 'hope'...
err, hope i got it ryt!
ps: faith goes the world go round.
hehehe..nopes my frd...its not bout lack of faith or hope...but the hopelessness in which one drowns oneself waiting n "hoping" for love to be requited...
:)))
Sir
Welcome to the community of bloggers. I have been following your poetry on facebook very often. And I have always liked the poems because of their depth and overall structure. And talking about hope, you have always been there igniting it but in your own way though :-)
Remember what Andy says in Shawshank Redemption in a letter to Red - Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies...
a thing so good should ever thrive and i've always wanted to destroy something beautiful... :D
keep writing.
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