When upon the roof, i
lie
I always feel, i can fly....
Thoughts come, multiply
Into a mind that wanders.
Of all those sour moments
Of those sweet memories
Sewn in and out in series
Into a mind that ponders.
Why this happens after all?
Climbing up o'er the wall
Choosing a flight or a free fall
By a mind that wholly renders.
Tangled in a constant quest
A thousand thoughts in protest
Love, marching in to arrest
A mind, that always surrenders.
Anjali,
ReplyDeleteNice to see you back with a beautiful poem telling what goes on in mind. Hope all is well.
Take care
nice one anjali :).....keep on doing good work
ReplyDeleteHey really a nice poem :-)
ReplyDeleteKeep it up :-)