A half-hearted attempt at creating something new...
Maybe it's the sluggishness, maybe the hollow
Or maybe, it's just temporality.
With heavy eyes and a mind debilitated,
I sit here with a will undaunted...
Much cherished, once returned.
But the will remains sans consort,
Much to the reflection of my soul tonight...
Sweet delight, I rejoice.
A word here, a thought there,
A step up, a step down...
The rollecoaster ride I'm set upon.
For now, it's another half-hearted attempt
at something still unknown...
In the unknown lies the invaluable.
3 comments:
hey.. i really liked it Prachi.. the title to the poem is one of my favourite words.. n moreover the poem, is 'seemingly' written on me...!! hehe...
good one..
:) thanks! i am glad you liked it... tried to write something after a long time
you've done justice to the art..
Post a Comment