Unconscious
Curtains are these, of shadows
and memories. Fervent play
of eyes as those pearls move
hide and seek and their essay of essence
prevails over all secrets...
curtains are these
There are some distances
which oil lamps will shy to show
paper boats will fail to sail
a courage of emotion
have knocked and raised
waves after waves
and oceans reside in me now
but waves, they have disappeared
in the rains
Failure has many a history.
My story has failed many a times
Hours unaccounted,
have escaped following hours
surpassed eclipses.
Often freedom has turned into a larger cage
momentary poem of sunset
keeps whispering
Beloved, my prayers would have reached you
had you not been a lover of day light
and I of the dark raiment of the night.
I have sat within myself side by side
and tried to convince myself.
The destroyed punctuations
will get repaired, and sentences will be right.
your voice turns into a song
an evening lyrics of meeting of daylight
and of darkness..
you wont surrender,
I cannot win.
curtains are these
If you don't open them, the breeze will....
courtesy 'Flower Rae'
