Monday, December 13, 2004

Towards What?

The storm it brews
A wicked one,
Grey matter above
Hides the sun...
Yet onwards I sail
Lost in thought,
Surging ahead
But towards what?

Ahead says she
Is who I am,
Ahead says he
The best ones swam;
Ahead I reach
Only to find
Grey matter and storm
I left behind...
Yet onwards I sail
Lost in thought,
Surging ahead
But towards what?

I take to oars
While the broom I seek,
Slicing the ocean floor,
Timid and meek.
With a broom
I'd sweep the sky,
Stare at the sun
Till it hurts my eye.
The hurtful sun
Is welcome but,
In this blinding dark
I would not strut.
Yet onwards I sail
Lost in thought,
Surging ahead
But towards what?


(c) VedicVerses

2 comments:

Sreekesh Menon said...

Toward Art, Toward Fame
Somewhere in translation
Heads tunrning grey
Eyes pushing shut
Silence says it all
Wind blows its last breeze

Gurdee said...

same feelings shared! have i known you...is all i can think :)