Monday, August 23, 2010

Hope



Words stay aloof
They stay aloof and away,
Afraid to descend;
Like I fear the day to come.

And moments move relentless
into the uncertain, that is the dawn of morrow.
And I ebb with its flow
Clutching at every twig gasping with hope and only hope.

5 comments:

Insignia said...

This is what that keeps our clock ticking. Hope!!

After all the nasty things we go through, with happiness and joys sprinkled, we hope to see better things.

HOPE - keeps the world going :-)

Your verses flow with ease. Liked these lines a lot

Balachandran V said...

Speechless! One can sense the terrible pain...

sm said...

like your poem
nice photo

Kalpana said...

Commenting for the first time but have read your posts several times :-)... I can relate to this peom a lot.. 'and I ebb with its flow' its lovely.. I'll sure visit here again :-)

anilkurup said...

@ insignia

I m just trying with poems . Only that one can pen things relating to ones state of mind.



@ Bals
If these few lines are speechless , the verses you pen will need a new adjective.


@sm

Thanks

@Kalpana,

I'm a novice . Thanks do keep in touch