Unwinding,
Some here, little there.
Yellow aspirations,
Green flush,
Mellow mirage of dawn.
On the carpet of faith.
Flowing yet bound.
Subtly sanguine,
Squeezed until last.
Free but not,
Until I'm woven into a single form again.
Back to being human.
Faraway from liberty.
Hopes tied to my ankle.
Back to dependence.
Wretched to human.
"So called" sapience.
Beautiful...someone's traversing back onto the dark paths...and raising mesmerizing puffs of dust that smell of rare creativity.
ReplyDeleteLoved this one! :)
@ maverick
ReplyDeleteThe journey back is now a more exciting one. There I struck a cord of similarity, there I met my destiny. Thanks again :) tc
You really think out of the box...fantastic
ReplyDelete@ anym
ReplyDeleteThanks for the compliment
that's very nice
ReplyDeletewords with feeling..
iam flowing with the poem
@chirag
ReplyDeleteGr8 to know u fell that way! :) thanku