Tuesday 12 February 2013

My Lost Insight...



I Lost My Cherished Insight,
In The Dawning Hour of Foretime,
Wading Towards My Destination
As the Burning Headlights Make Me Blind

The Boisterous Breeze Chilled My Soul,
Where the Solemn Orisons Were Unheard,
On the Sinuous Black Rendezvous
And Then Searching Became My Hobby.

The Memorial Scrapbook Lay Shattered,
Humbly Grinning At My Habitual Laxity,
Found Behind the Shady Wooden Door Once,
Where I Grow To Challenge My Providence

Now Lost Forever, My Cherished Insight,
In The Dawning Hour of Foretime,
Wading Towards My Destination
As the Burning Headlights Make Me Blind...

3 comments :

  1. Headlights make me blind often so do hooting horns! Will watch this space more often!
    Btw I do poetry as well

    Please visit

    www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in

    Thank you!

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