I had a bad dream,
Woke up with a shudder, n I couldn’t sleep
My eyes were moist, guess I cried all night,
But then I feel the sun,
Peeping through my window,
Spreading the warmth of its morning light..
That’s my oasis…
I get ready for work, and I am late again
Soon the time flies away, bringing the end
Like the tides break at the bay,
I blink in awe, losing myself a bit each day
But then I feel the evening breeze,
Wrapping its arms around me,
i lay back and relax, thinking what ever it had been
and that’s my oasis..
I steal time from this world,
And avoid myself to be with my own thoughts,
Sometimes I brood
over things I couldn’t achieve,
I break down in silence,
Because no more do I want to live,
But then I see the moon, up there all alone,
Outshining the mighty sun,
Though with light not its own,
It gives me hope to hold on..and thats my oasis..
Sand is what I tried to hold,
Nevertheless, a speck did remain,
In search of wings I tried to fly,
But fly I did in vain.
I see the tinge of the fading dusk
And I learn that its just a phase,
In search of oasis, I sleep in dismay,
A hearty heart, I will say,
tomorrow shall be a better day..
3 comments:
Feelings emotions pain and joy. The key ingredients for a writer to write. Maddy you have all of it. One of the best pieces anyone cud write. U are a pro re.
Nandita,
Beautiful poem, and beautiful photo of the great wave.
From Brazil a friendly hello with my best wishes:
Geraldo
How beautifully you have sketched an idea of routine and daily life. its so easy to get tired of ourselves. very nice.
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