Long time, no sea?


Across the walls of sea and sky

Across the walls of sea and sky
My mind strays away
On the scale of responsibility
I'm evaluated halfway

The dark and blue of the night
Gives pleasure, marred with fright
Safety, I see, in the dangers of life
Safe houses are burnt, with men in it, alive

Melancholic thoughts of the black
My heart's foundation they shake
Days and nights, they come and go
When will my long slept conscience wake?

Of dreams which seem unreal and wrong
Of beasts of night who kill for naught
I'm scared so much of life these days
Of shady lights and glistening dark

Uncaged my hard work and limitless my pain
I've yet to gain those painful gains
Those abilities to do what I want to
With utmost determination and grace

Fallen on the ground from the heights of my pride
Dragged by the widow of the one they call God
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Death of my dream is night, let my death come first

Mountains so high and mighty, strong
Live to see faith of a million men
Live to see men turn to dust
Live to die an explosive death

I am that mountain, hear my blast
I am that mountain which decimates fast
I am the mountain which does no work
Just sit there to sink one day

My days are coming to an end
A beginning of a whole new chapter
My nights are full of worries and fears
Daytime wasted as my sleep time

I have limited my thinking and vision
My heart can't face the fierce collision
Between a dream and reality
Of serene life's cruel brutality

And I get a call
One day from my ghost of the future
He tells me my to-be conquests
And tells me my would0be sorrows
And gives me the power to think and feel
To fly and to break the rules, always followed
And when those changes I make for good, I
Know it was just me all along

Thinking across my bedroom window
Further from my bread and butter
Thinking across the laid down path
Across the walls of sea and sky




Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2013-04-17 at 00:06

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Commentally Ill
kind of makes one pity the mountains. if they didn't sit there looking down on us all the time.
2013-04-17