Words of lie fade away with time, Each visible occurrence is found to be divine.
Thoughts flow frequently, In and out of every mind, Mostly stay uninvited, Ready to climb up the line.
It's quite frustrating many a times, Ruining colour of peace with dirty signs, Colour of rage matches the flames, Increasing probability to bring evil back to life.
Make every attempt, To avoid this state of mind, As it makes you lame, Quite many a times.
More I think, More I smoke, Unhealthiness reflects, From head till edge of my toe.
Strong eager to have a pleasant start, Makes me control emotions with vigour, As they are many and quite vast, Hope to stay awake till beauty lasts.
Nothing like a good cigar. A cold beer and time to ponder the mystery of life. I believe we must enjoy life. Can be long or can be short?
"It's quite frustrating many a times,
Ruining colour of peace with dirty signs,
Colour of rage matches the flames,
Increasing probability to bring evil back to life."
Must control our thoughts and rage. Must be stronger then the people trying to pull us down. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote
Interesting, enigmatic poem, like the use of thoughts as something real in the second verse with a visual comparison, and I like the final couplet a lot.
I really like this! Something about it touches my dark side, so gently. A whispered suggestion of pain. I like how it makes me think. I like how it makes me feel.
Great write!
K
Nothing like a good cigar. A cold beer and time to ponder the mystery of life. I believe we must enjoy life. Can be long or can be short?
"It's quite frustrating many a times,
Ruining colour of peace with dirty signs,
Colour of rage matches the flames,
Increasing probability to bring evil back to life."
Must control our thoughts and rage. Must be stronger then the people trying to pull us down. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote
Sagar S. Waingankar (1989)
Rather a simple human-being. Suspicious about different behaviors around and questions that make me high from childhood, now illustrating them through poems. I write, whe.. more..