The desk when I am outside
The sky when the ink has dried
A body when I am alone
Isolation when someone is home
A song when a pin drops
Silence when it refuses to stop
Knowledge when there is nothing to do
Freedom when a lesson is due
The Grass grows thick and wide
As I walk to the other side
A machine when the hands are tired
My hands when a machine is wired
Money when I have nothing to show
Peace of mind when it jingles and flows
A dog to walk in the whispering dark
A gun to silence a wild dog that barks
A structure when there is no hope
Uncertainty when I learn to cope
The Grass grows thick and wide
As I walk to the other side
Song on my playlist - On Raglan Road by Luke Kelly
6 comments:
I think you have finally crossed over....and have found words beyond meaning.....you have completely lost it or is it me? please tell me this is not Inception talking!!!
The Crossover is complete.
Now, I have gone rogue!
You know the funny thing is I have heard the word Crossover twice in the last two days. Yesterday, with friends over breakfast where someone was mentioning a true life ghost incident where a spirit was stuck inside the house because some ceremony was not done. The narrator mentioned that the crossover was incomplete! I loved the way he said 'incomplete crossover'.
Made a mental note.
Does that spirit belong to Amitabh Bachchan in weird clothes? coz that is Bhootnath movie story :) Someone was pulling your leg.
I agree about you going rogue though..No regular QTH to keep you grounded and real..
Never read Shelly, Byron or Shakespeare...
But get the Glimpse of what a Marvellous Creation can be with "Every Bait..."
Good One Bro...
One of your best.
nice poem :)
truly said ,
the grass always seems greener somehwhere else ;)
chandani :)
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