Musings

I'm a little unsure of whether anyone will even care to read another poem, specially such a long one. But I need some HARSH critique on this. Please :)Written in May, 2007


Sometimes, when sleep must be held at bay
With a gentle word and a firm rein
I find myself coerced, by the eternal moonlight
To compose a song, to mould into words
What has been rippling in my soul for a while

And this night, I’m torn more than usual
Compelled to break down and cry
At this bewildering crossroad where I find myself
But tears are naught but a last resort, for now,
I would rather contemplate

The paths I traverse now are not of my blood
They are cold with the beat of a thousand such hearts
As mine, that travel in a manner only too similar
But the stones that these bare feet seek are there only for a moment
Seeking only my touch and then lost forever, gone

Warmed by stale thoughts adrift on a silken breeze
I’ll sit here tonight, and watch kindred souls fly by
All ghostly shadows of our otherselves, and deceived
By our own doubts and drunken on pain-brewed draughts
Once and again I’ll wish for your hasty company, though in vain

We’ve all been there, and even now gaze there sidelong
Why do we ne’er traverse together in this peculiar land?
And guard so jealously the weird mutterings
Of the flower-sodden vines, that unfailingly touch each
But always in a more varied way?

In moments when I’m not there, I pine for its call
In remedy, I drug myself with heady dreams of conquest
Over this elusive place, aided with the construction of
Great railroads of common self-will, yet it amounts to nothing
For I do penance in its exacting lap once I do get recalled there

The sweet affection of my lovers now touches me with reason and logic
In indulgent humour they always await my return
Until the glamour fades and better prospects trumpet
And tonight the moonlight bestows me with a wistful smile
For such greetings and partings, for times of pre-sleep and the ending of such ramblings