An ordinary life, the daily routine.
Dull and boring to the adventurous it may seem.
Not that I do not let my spirit soar high.
Irregularities and inconsistencies keep her from touching the sky.
I stare into the pin-prick holes of the shower.
In anticipation for it to wake me up from the sweet bower.
The gurgle and it comes lashing down.
Furiously hitting against me, I feel my weariness drown.
My lashes flutter as I darken my eyes,
The mirror silently screams at me to shed the false guise.
I embark upon another longitudinal day,
Mundane and monotonous it is, needless to say.
Free spirited and uncaring of the world I want to be.
Break the chains that bind me, invisible to the prying eyes spying on me,
So apprehensive of let going myself to sound's faintest din,
Murderous, it is to cage one's spirit within.
6 comments:
Another great piece to enjoy!
I love the way you use violent imagery to portray the morning routines. It brings the whole idea of the poem to life.
Thank you for sharing. :)
Tibby!!..wow..so there's someone on this planet who's been tracking my blog..WOW..I feel on top of the world..hehehhehe :D
well..I think imagery is one of the most important aspects of poetry if u want to convey what u mean to say :) ..btw Tibb Tibb, u have a blog too..why dun u start posting??
Nice one but damn it!!!
TALK TO ME!!!!
Your poetry skills r very good!!
lol..RDX!!!..glad to see you my boy :P :D ..yeah yeah..i'm out of my senses right now..will get back to you when I'm normal :D
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Hey Shre its me, Anur.
Seems we have one more interest in common, writing.
Your poem on the free spirit is lovely. Really enjoyed reading it.
Do visit my blog as well at dnamatters.blogspot.com and leave your comments.
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