It's a weekly carol,
I shall sing it everyday.
I shall withstand the transience,
of what I understand.
When my shadow chose to impersonate
you, I knew
It's pretty how words mean so much to us.
Sometimes, the sound of them speaks much more,
than they could ever mean.
I wanna stand where it rains on one,
doesn't on the other side of me.
'cause it is that other side,
that is a drowning fish.
8 comments:
d concept of drowning fish is mind blowing..i like the way u end ur poetic mood..here d sound is audible..its opening like d wings of an injured butterfly..its breathing ever so slowly..help it to retain this magical quality...akhtar
Perception adds great volume to a poem.
In my idea, the concept of a drowning fish is to show the negative effect of abundance.
Hence, it shall not rain there.
i was bothered about d fish n not d rain...it smelt like coming from my near by lane...d festering wounds got up right now...saying let d sudden fall settle in my brain..lollll
I work on your comments more than I do on my entire poem! :D
And then you say you wish you could be a plagiarist?
And no, the fish is not from your lane!! Haha!
wow. beautiful, as usual :)
Thanks Mallika!!
Where do you disappear time and again!!
Lol...
I always miss you on fb :) Even though we don't wall too much, but i do come to know. Hehe.
i likey!!!!!
interesting balance between indulgence and balance!!
Thanks Anda :)
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