You've left, and I'm not Ok.
Yet, I don't have an unshaved face
or holes in my shirt.
I don't pass the nights sleepless
Don't walk under the stars.
You've left, and I'm not Ok.
Yet, I didn't take shelter in a temple
or even mumble day and night.
I didn't admitt myself in the hospital
I wasn't gonna escape the site.
You've left, and I'm not Ok.
Yet, I didn't take a handful sleeping pills
or try to jump off the roof.
I didn't touch any electric cable
Don't hang around railtracks.
You've left, and I'm not Ok.
Yet, I wasn't kicked out of the country
or sentenced life time prison.
I didn't hang from the ceiling
Firing-squad didn't put bullets in my bosom.
But life would've been better -
If I jumped off the roof
If I touched the electric cable
If I faced a train
If I Hanged
Or, Hugged the bullets.
The music of language, intricate rhyme schemes, elegant phrases, vivid images - the art of poetry is enough to inspire many to write it. Poetry is the practice of creating artworks using language. What could be a better way than discovering the music inside yourself than Poetry? Words are the soul of any rythm, any sort of music.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Today and Again
- By Eyesblade