Wednesday 29 August 2012

On wheels...


Rolling on parallel lines of curving paths;
 metal chambers of eyes and thoughts,
 hoping and wishing as fast as the wheels.
 Airs of stories, changing as popping bubbles,
bursting in seconds, leaving eyes winking,
 wondering.
Fluttering pages of scenes, of abundance,
scarcity, repeating through the windows.
Floating clouds, waiting for green meadows,
Of sleeping dreams, hatching hopes,
To rain in, to rain in to water, flowing,
breathing.
Criss-crossed paths of life in metal chambers;
Catching air on grinding wheels, hot and damp,
with packed lives on this journey, to and forth.
Dry and cold air on face, hearts of warm truth
 of beliefs spinning around hope’s axis, tempting,
moving.

6 comments:

  1. nice...love all the movement in this....one to the next...its really smooth...and some unique as well from the criss cross path tot he grinding tires....hope always present though...smiles.

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  2. i like the movement you have in here...not only in the words but also in the rhythm of the poem..

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  3. Superb lyrics ... amazing poems you write :-)

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  4. Very nicely written Srija :)
    Did these ideas come to you during a train journey?
    Keep posting :)

    Jay
    http://road-to-sanitarium.blogspot.in/

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  5. yup....train journeys always brings in something new......

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