Candle lit dreams

"Inspiration"

I said

"Come to me"

I want, I need

to finish off what's started

What

is that

I care about

truly in my heart?

That I can connect with?

Love?

Care, friendship?

trust and fidelity?

Listed, counted and thought

Long and hard and waited.

What

is that

I care about

from my heart's depths

Frustration. Dejection. Erase. Rethink. Restart.

Eyes

of mine

See the day

of today, fourth Monday,

the 26th day of January

59

years since.

60 days since.

What changed, I wonder

What have I been doing?

"Light"

I exclaimed

"Let there be"

At the end of

this deep deep dark tunnel

Flame

flickered slowly

Died, it didnt

I saw it strengthen

Slowly, it lit 100 more.

Word count : 120 

Ok. Now for my rant :P

First, about this poem. If you notice, in each paragraph, each line has the words equal to its the line no of the poem. This is not something I deliberately tried atleast for the first paragraphs but then it happened.

Today, the 26th January , 09 is the 60th year of India becoming a republic. It is also 60 days since the terror attack in Mumbai.

I was so down on inspiration that I told a fellow blogger that I probably wont participate. But this day and its frustration helped me get over my block. 

This isn't officially entry yet but if I cant come with anything better by 4th, I will send this in! :D