September 3, 2009

Reflections











What do you think of when you are on your own on a moonlit night?

Stories from childhood,

Forgotten and lost dreams,

Or of the grimness of the night?

What do you see when you see the pale moon?

The face of a love lost,

A teardrop in the pillow of night,

Or the light unhidden by the scars?

What does the tide tell you?

About rising expectations,

Simmering dreams,

Or about the ebb that might follow?

Why are you alone gazing at the moon?

To sigh at the beauty,

To weave new dreams,

Or to reflect on all that has gone and will come?

Word count - 106

P.S. Cannot call it proper poetry, nor is it prose, just thinking aloud I guess :-)

3 comments:

  1. nice write u composed al feelng into dis write gud wrk

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  2. i liked these lines coz somewhere deep down i could relate to it

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