Contentment
Contentment is my excuse , for feeling
Happy without a sense of failure
Venture as it does without refrain
The honesty that jeers, unrelenting
Names I conjure between now and then
Stare at me with passion
Sing our requiem , a proper burial
Demand the voices, stentorian
Every dream that lies stretched
At the altar of practicality, signals
Questions that beg to be asked
Echoes that refuse to be bequeathed
Every door I open now ,no escape
A mirror faces me at every wall ,showing
Me a thousand lives I might have led
Slowly they fade, they bled
Until I look at myself , passive
And then I look around
Content I am and happiness abounds
Everywhere ,except …..
Happy without a sense of failure
Venture as it does without refrain
The honesty that jeers, unrelenting
Names I conjure between now and then
Stare at me with passion
Sing our requiem , a proper burial
Demand the voices, stentorian
Every dream that lies stretched
At the altar of practicality, signals
Questions that beg to be asked
Echoes that refuse to be bequeathed
Every door I open now ,no escape
A mirror faces me at every wall ,showing
Me a thousand lives I might have led
Slowly they fade, they bled
Until I look at myself , passive
And then I look around
Content I am and happiness abounds
Everywhere ,except …..
posted by Doh | 5:07 AM
4 Comments:
every stanza in this poem is fantastic - i loved it!
lovely this!
Do you need more ink?
aaah!! this was so lekka lekka lekka!! loved it!!
[lekka=super]
Thanks Ano, Ubermensch for the kind comments :) ..hopefully there's more where this came from :)
Chay thanks , glad you liked it :) What does lekka mean ?
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