Gone are the
days of roses and daffodils
Gone are the
days of music of birds and rains
I stare at the
distant hills
My heart
wandering around
Searching for
‘me’
Lost in the
speed of time
Dancing to the
daily chores
Then I find
her, my mate, my pen
Equally lost
and awaiting my hint
As I touch,
the breeze flew hard
And there were
the dancing daffodils
Rustling music
of the leaves
Flickering tunes
of the raindrops
As if they
were around since long
Just then I
see
Inward
To realize,
life wasn’t lost
It left to let
me enjoy the bliss of solitude
Of being with
me myself
I was lost in
my beauty
And drunk in
my splendor
Yet I held her
tight
Determined not
to let her go
For its her
presence
That has
brought me back
To my land of dreams
A place of
love life and happiness
My pen, you
were missed..!!!
11 comments:
Even i am looking for the mate :-)
Nicely done
Beautifully written!
Nice !
http://booksandcertainotherthings.blogspot.com
Nice !
Nice !
I love your poem! It fits me well, as I feel the most whole when I'm lost in my writing. It's my favorite place to be. Best of luck with the challenge.
@ScarlettBraden from
Frankly Scarlett
Lovely way to express your relationship with your writing implement - sort of like your pen is your muse!
Stopping by from A-Z!
Brandy from B(e) Kind 366
Lovely!
Enjoy the A to Z Challenge.
Elizabeth Hein - Scribbling in the Storage Room
Beautiful poem. Never let go. Happy A2Z.
Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing :)
Post a Comment