Something I wrote recently, after not attempting poetry for years during which Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Keats and like were resting peacefully, I give them reason to take a turn in their graves yet again by trying it..
Feel feline as I live all my nine lives,
In an equal amount of hours given to me,
The so-called notions are out of the window
And sanity is something i fail to see
Am running and failing as my mind strives,
To decide if its such a must
or a thing which i can forego
the line between respect and adoration is thin,
And guess I travelled in gust
The blurred partition long ago.
Its darker out here, As I battle alone
Knowing its nothing but a lost one
My enemy is first my swollen ego
And then you, who wont ever dream the way I do.
- (c)Dixy Gandhi
Feel feline as I live all my nine lives,
In an equal amount of hours given to me,
The so-called notions are out of the window
And sanity is something i fail to see
Am running and failing as my mind strives,
To decide if its such a must
or a thing which i can forego
the line between respect and adoration is thin,
And guess I travelled in gust
The blurred partition long ago.
Its darker out here, As I battle alone
Knowing its nothing but a lost one
My enemy is first my swollen ego
And then you, who wont ever dream the way I do.
- (c)Dixy Gandhi
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