Indulgence

Would you rather wish, for once, to be a common man than a poet?

I'm capable, but hopelessly in vain-

describing everything, and giving them

a form beyond the capsicule of thoughts,

in imaginations, but mostly of

language; of too carefully drafted phrases.

There was a time when, I would that my day

was as beautiful as one would believe;

one night that knew no better thing, than to

heave with carelessness the soul; winds as soft,

the sky with full of clouds to bear it down.

And with Love, no care if it comes or goes;

A pall of solitude, without reason

should conceive a fanciful notion of

freedom, expressed in anything than just

being of a part of the reluctant self.

Oh but, lately how I desperately yearn

to once be a common, everyday man,

who cares not to feel, and simply ignore

all that there's to a passing thing; to fear

a knowledge, and be at a lack of words.

Reviews

[Abd-afeez]

hmmm! Something to really think about. Most times our minds are just so occupied with thoughts, dreams, ambition and wishes. However the most simple of life styles carry the least of these. A simple worry could be a motivation for a poet and so is a little excitement. A poet will hardly have the simplest of life because he is inclined to having a different perspective to all issues of life and that is what he pen down.

[Leslie Philibert]

Good poem,especially like the last verse when your voice becomes impulsive
and direct,well written.

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

Your writing reflects wisdom of thoughts and imagery......... U seem to have some added zing......... I look forward to see more from you...

[Tate Morgan]

There is a knowledge attained once climbed and experienced by the old soul who worked the rails and moved across the land to earn the hard way and learn the unknown