What happens when realities and dreams are mashed up to form a story so convoluted that the reader as well as the writer are left queer?
This is my attempt at something of the sort...
Lying on a bed of grass, laying my head on an earthy headrest
Laughing and roaring with thoughts carefree
Climbing and swinging on rocks and trees
Breathing and waking, confusion dissipating
Enlightened greenery is all in my sight
Chirping and howling, no animals scowling
No wrong to be murdered by a right
Illusory flowers, enchanting plants
Colors flowing from every thorn of roses here
Magical beasts roam in strength not frailty
Brawn here is a slave to, genteel display of humility
Breathing and waking, confusion dissipating
Enlightened greenery is all in my sight
Chirping and howling, no animals scowling
No wrong to be murdered by a right
The starry skies blanket my strives
Of running around those blinding butterflies
Snow-filled woods on a seraphic plane
Convey my deepest spiritual duties
As the joy of existence grows deeper with meaning
So does the size of the grin, of my cheating envisage
Which successfully declined any human intervention
This ecstasy is nothing but a result of charming deception
Why do I dream such horrible scenes?
Why do I age so mercilessly?
Why do I see no stars and trees?
In this land of white cloth, the tormentor - electricity
Why do I not conquer my fears?
Why don't I see my youthful soul?
Why is grief the trigger for tears?
Will all my dreams be devoid of hope?
And then I wake myself again
Through the toughest forces of mind, employed
The weight of an emerging asteroid evaded
My smile back on in my eternal void
In my eternal forest and its all-caring void
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2015-06-27 at 22:51
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This is my attempt at something of the sort...
My Eternal Forest
Playing with the vines, in my very own fortressLying on a bed of grass, laying my head on an earthy headrest
Laughing and roaring with thoughts carefree
Climbing and swinging on rocks and trees
Breathing and waking, confusion dissipating
Enlightened greenery is all in my sight
Chirping and howling, no animals scowling
No wrong to be murdered by a right
Illusory flowers, enchanting plants
Colors flowing from every thorn of roses here
Magical beasts roam in strength not frailty
Brawn here is a slave to, genteel display of humility
Breathing and waking, confusion dissipating
Enlightened greenery is all in my sight
Chirping and howling, no animals scowling
No wrong to be murdered by a right
The starry skies blanket my strives
Of running around those blinding butterflies
Snow-filled woods on a seraphic plane
Convey my deepest spiritual duties
As the joy of existence grows deeper with meaning
So does the size of the grin, of my cheating envisage
Which successfully declined any human intervention
This ecstasy is nothing but a result of charming deception
Why do I dream such horrible scenes?
Why do I age so mercilessly?
Why do I see no stars and trees?
In this land of white cloth, the tormentor - electricity
Why do I not conquer my fears?
Why don't I see my youthful soul?
Why is grief the trigger for tears?
Will all my dreams be devoid of hope?
And then I wake myself again
Through the toughest forces of mind, employed
The weight of an emerging asteroid evaded
My smile back on in my eternal void
In my eternal forest and its all-caring void
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 580 times
Written on 2015-06-27 at 22:51
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