I reach high to touch the sky
With my bare hands
I run around wild and jump high
To feel the clouds in my palms.
But I feel a mild disappointment
I don’t succeed n I just don’t hide
So I jump higher this time
Opening my fist I find nothing inside.
So I climb the ladder up against the wall
But I still can’t reach the mighty sky
Throwing up my hands I cry in agitation
But the expected sympathy never reaches its destination.
With the day drawing to an end
And cold stars glinting in the sky
The ambition refuses to fade away
N am determined to touch the sky
Looking at the horizon I make up my mind
What if can’t touch the sky! The horizon will feel nice to touch.
So I pack my bags n walk bare-footed
With the company of the self-but I don’t care much.
I walk miles n miles without food for days
Cursing the darkness but appreciating the sunrise
But I don’t cry, nor do I lose hope
Coz I know it’s a passing phase
And there will be highs n lows.
Battling the mighty wind
Bearing the hot rude sun
The only way I can be strong
Is to tell myself this game is fun.
But the horizon keeps vanishing from my sight
It keeps running away from me
I lose my temper but I don’t lose hope
And I walk n bear until I could cope.
Footsore and tired
I trudged doggedly along
Comforting myself
With a nice soothing song.
Trees seemed hostile
And I had to cover miles
With the sleep in my eyes
I sat down thinking for a while.
Finally I run out of patience
Coz m just a little girl
And I curse it to no end and hurl abuses n insult.
“It’s an arrogant, conceited thing”
Saying so I console myself
And I abandon my journey
By turning to mountains instead.
The sun grew misty
As the day grew old
The world seems gray
And the mountains seemed bold.
I had wanted to touch the heavenly blue skies
But my heart skipped a beat
When I saw the tall mountains
N also when I heard those little cries.
Tears rolling down her face
She looks distressed n pale
Her feet is bloody n with each moment
I see her passing away.
I extend a hand of sympathy
But am surprised when I get back one in return
I laugh at her. ‘You wretched soul’, I tell her
‘Look how miserable you are’!
I see her dying before my eyes
And I am horrified to find it’s my reflection
The shadow laughs back n says
‘I told you’; ‘You are a part of my creation’.
I am mocked by the blue skies
The horizon uses sarcasm that surely ‘kills’
My tears don’t evoke sympathy
And sounds of laughter echo in the hills.
I throw a last glance to the sky
And curse it wholeheartedly time and again
As that’s the only way my dear soul
I can ease myself from my dying pain.
4 comments:
Just observed that u posted this poem at 7:53 AM.
Does this mean that u composed this poem in ur dreams?...Woke up the next day and then typed it down on ur blog...?
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so truly humane. its just amazing! esp that one abt losing the temper but not hope!
Hey MJ, again... I know you've been highly frank and opinionative about my blog, and this isn't vendetta, I swear!
This one is truly a very boring poem that drags on and on with a pointless refrain of "Touching the sky"
Liked it in parts, but I guess your poem was like the movie "Australia" - Too tiring to enjoy as a whole...
You're much more capable than this, girl with that great heart of yours: Don't just write for the sake of ppl like those who commented before me, and pls
Write a bit more interesting okay?
Love you,
Karthik
I guess I m too senile to be more 'interesting'.
And this does look like a vendetta. Dont be zapped at my firmness coz I am no Ms. Nice.
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