I wish there was something I could board,
But the journey has to be made alone,
The bliss of goal would hide all the moan.
The wind is strong,
The sun blazing,
I am turning into ashes,
Falling down underneath the earth,
And it feels like an endless fall,
Surrounded with never ending wall,
Hope sounds alien,
There are questions.
Answer is a random lettered word,
They turned me into a bird,
A caged bird.
They laughed and faces were made.
Turn me into ashes, I said
They don't know I'm a Phoenix.
I am understating it if I say its wonderful.... Just loved it !!!
ReplyDeleteSome nice handiwork with the pen! But I am intrigued, by the way - the reference to the long lonely journey in the blazing heat, the trappings in the way and finally resurrection of the phoenix rings some faint bells in my mind - maybe, I am drawing parallels with the imminent solitary journey to the examination hall, to my inevitable ruin in the examinations and my final redemption as the final chapter of kgp-life come to end.(:D). However, it hardly matters and you need not pay attention to the idle ramblings of a apprehensive mind! Good Work! And keep blogging!
ReplyDeletewow!! what a context. totally skipped my head but now it seems so true.The original context was something different.
ReplyDeleteohh and its keyboard not pen :P
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ReplyDelete48 degree was inspiration to write...? :P
haha.NO. but perhaps subconsciously yes
ReplyDeleteWell done! And don't worry too much about the grammar (remember lunch time discussion?)... keep composing!
ReplyDeletewords would certainly fails to describe the Creation "Turn me Into Asses* srry "Ashes" :P ......
ReplyDeleteIts great !!!! I never knew u r such a good poet . Keep it up :)Lage raho OMU bhai
ReplyDeletenice one... pritam ka interpretation is also kul
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