Hey Lady...
You are so much of something.
Hey Lady...Don't you wonder
You've never been down so low.
Didn't the morning sun...once
Used to stare at your glow.
Oh Lady...you were to be
Dancing full in this spring.
Hey just lift your eyes around,
And look at little joys floating.
And think about those of them,
That you had created Lady.
About the longing loves
Still lying for you awaited.
Didn't you always like Swerving
Swifter and Higher in these winds.
The inconclusive ignorance,
In Souls the painful voidness;
And crazy sparks within smoke,
Flinging right across the numbness
The closing storm, And those
Wider Skies - A little less higher.
Lady they all await your healing
Or kissing, with same old tender.
But look where you are now lady,
You broke, moke; you stormful Stoic.
With those hush-hush doubts,
Those tin cans of disbelief.
You swooned before the acme;
And fell before sensing your wings
And Lady you never wondered that
Even Fires within can be so Cathartic...
A tiny hole in the closed window,
Or gliff of dusts unsettling...
Whatever costs you lady
Your own old smile,
Or those set of beady eyes,
I saw once illuminating...
Go win them back it's
Been such a long while.
Go have a look there's so much
Of Life and Spur and Stimulus,
Even in those lissome Flames
Holding on in the Wind - Confronting.
**I am homogeneously clueless why I've written this all, leave alone for whom :) Maybe Someone arbitrary (Is it). Somewhere needful. Someday timeless.
You are so much of something.
Hey Lady...Don't you wonder
You've never been down so low.
Didn't the morning sun...once
Used to stare at your glow.
Oh Lady...you were to be
Dancing full in this spring.
Hey just lift your eyes around,
And look at little joys floating.
And think about those of them,
That you had created Lady.
About the longing loves
Still lying for you awaited.
Didn't you always like Swerving
Swifter and Higher in these winds.
The inconclusive ignorance,
In Souls the painful voidness;
And crazy sparks within smoke,
Flinging right across the numbness
The closing storm, And those
Wider Skies - A little less higher.
Lady they all await your healing
Or kissing, with same old tender.
But look where you are now lady,
You broke, moke; you stormful Stoic.
With those hush-hush doubts,
Those tin cans of disbelief.
You swooned before the acme;
And fell before sensing your wings
And Lady you never wondered that
Even Fires within can be so Cathartic...
A tiny hole in the closed window,
Or gliff of dusts unsettling...
Whatever costs you lady
Your own old smile,
Or those set of beady eyes,
I saw once illuminating...
Go win them back it's
Been such a long while.
Go have a look there's so much
Of Life and Spur and Stimulus,
Even in those lissome Flames
Holding on in the Wind - Confronting.
**I am homogeneously clueless why I've written this all, leave alone for whom :) Maybe Someone arbitrary (Is it). Somewhere needful. Someday timeless.
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Comments
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I am hesitant writing songs/poems actually, and think why would these strings of words would mean anything to anyone...let alone being 'useful'.
But I posted, and now I've got a comment to prove that wrong :)
Thank You!
a.) Write a post about it
b.) Mention my name / blog in it
c.) the award has to go up on the post
d.) Nominate 8 others for the award
e.) Let them know about it
:-)
P.S - I inspired you for something beyond the blog, u say? Shoot me an email.. Totally confused now! Or write about it.. :-)
I KNOW it has to be passed on. I Know!
Gimme sometime atleast, I've a FT job also, you see :)