Friday, June 20, 2008

Madness

Racing like a train across the countryside,
Glimpsing the lights of estranged homes,
Mad mind of mine,
Meanders through hilly roads,
Searches in her dreams for your face.

Strumming a foreign lute,
Singing a song haunted,
Flickering like a pyre’s flame,
Mad mind of mine,
Burns up a somber evening.

2 comments:

bhaskaryya said...

it's just hauntingly beautiful...that's all i can say! It's so difficult to hold back your mind from meandering into the grey areas.... and sometimes you're far emptier without your crazy mind and meandering thoughts and melancholy memories...

puneet said...

your similes are eerily beautiful. dark as usual. write some happy poem. think of me and write one, if you can't think of any happy thoughts...you will be a published poet soon, if you decide on it. your are much better at verse than prose.