26 July 2009

The Ravages of Yesteryears


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So, a year has already elapsed, I am older now
And things (of course) don't remain stationary,
The ultimate truth slowly creeps in,
The illusion is fading.
The already evanescent dreams are getting blurred
(or may be I'm going afar).
The weavers just spin the same old streams of clothes
It's been over year I'm here
And I don't feel like making sense anymore
The lines of discomfort arouses no fear
The rhythm is less obsolete
The tunes are so more haunting
Let me say anything, please. Like:
The sun is brutal,
The ravages of yesteryears have been dug deep
And I walk on
With everything that I always carried with me
Dollops of hope
Bright dreams
Soulful tunes
Pleasantries
And a soul in no hurry

After listening to Coyita from the album Ronroco by Gustavo Santaolalla.

12 after-thought(s):

SANDIPAN said...

very good....there is a surrender here....

modernexile said...

Thank you Sandipan.. and yes, thanks for suggesting "Stranger than Pardise". The film is special.

still thinking !!! said...

poignant yet hopeful in the end...stale that turn fresh

ended it in a lazy note!
I love lazy things

still thinking !!! said...

and....... a well painted, state of art, self portrait

atanu nath said...

"..The already evanescent dreams are getting blurred
(or may be I'm going afar)..."
...
"And I don't feel like making sense anymore
The lines of discomfort arouses no fear
The rhythm is less obsolete..."

a very true and beautiful one... original one... that was waiting to be painted for so long by you... really good...

this wheel's on fire said...

beautiful

Anorak said...

it breaks the silence that i had so carefully hidden in the corner of my mind, like a stone in a pond..it breaks the equanimity and creates ripples that lives me to ponder.........as always.....only to either fast forward to a different time frame or to backward to existence once again.......keep walking!!!

modern exile said...

thank you all

the glass wall said...

rocky yet smooth..

ShantanuDas said...

Feeling the pangs of growth eh? Life brings us change every year and with each change we move forward leaving our past behind adapting again and again till there is no more need to adapt because the end has come finally...

You asked me how I am .. well you have answered it yourself here as I can see.
:-)

workhard said...

Nice work.. I could never write poetry.. and believe me.. ive tried..

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shweta said...

hey I liked the last bit,

"Dollops of hope
Bright dreams
Soulful tunes
Pleasantries
And a soul in no hurry"

it was refreshingly put...!!