Blotted conscience saw no regrets
Moving air waved a hi in between
Tried catching the lane
It showed me a signal on the next
Some stars, a patterned friend in disguise
Helping me write some lost words
A sunshine backing my depth
Let’s not forget, important is fright
Racing with each other we all are
Still no race reaching the end
Comparisons have made life hell
How do we get a result nugget?
Clogged mind, Barred spirit
This morning brings a little light
I open up the cap of my pen
Spill a little of despair
No, I ain’t a poet, ain’t a writer yet
Just a scribbled imagined soul
Half baked
Wandering in someone’s heart’s coal
Rolling stone near the sea shore
I speak to, it sheds a little moss
Console I the hurt waves
They gather my tears and move apart
Come back I, to the hands of the clock
Measuring success, oh no not yet
Closing the eyelids, formed movie
I exercise on the roll of the film cited

4 Comments, RSS

  1. varsha kalyani July 21, 2013 @ 3:13 pm

    profound, one has to look deep into words, when its written by you 🙂

  2. ankitsharma88 July 31, 2013 @ 6:41 pm

    wonderfully written..

  3. 3.14-eater August 4, 2013 @ 5:45 am

    "No, I ain't a poet, ain't a writer yet
    Just a scribbled imagined soul
    Half baked
    Wandering in someone"

    🙂 One gem of a line among thousand ok lnes 🙂

  4. 3.14-eater August 4, 2013 @ 5:46 am

    Oh i forgot..

    PS: Good title considering the track this poem takes.

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