Shadowed Emotions


 

A neverland of the horizon, the land meets the sky
The mind’s sublime haziness, the tears meet the rain;
I wish to walk in the rain!
I wish my tears are not seen!
The rollicking utopia, in my shadow, with layered hopes;
The third eye speaks; my instincts recede into oblivion;
I wish to hold my instincts back!
I wish my flamboyant shadow goes unheard!

 

The Freedom Run

A poet’s personification, a mirage called destiny;
The blurred conscience, biased thoughts, shadowed moral;
I wish to bury it in the sands of time!
I wish for time, to heal the shadow of a myth!
My shadow lives with me, tortured, and tormented to death;
With its shades of black and grey, I see no silver in it;
I wish to walk alone, bloody and subdued!
I wish for darkness, then my shadow won’t be seen!

 


About Dream Peddler

The author finds too many similarities with himself and the boy Calvin. Although a cold blooded techie, working with an Indian software MNC, the finer things of love and life fascinates him. Major portions of his work are about the things that inspires and pacifies. Politics and society too get a chance.

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