Trying to read the familiar simile
Once again!
Hunting down the smiling guile
Poised to regain!
Nothing but the sky to reclaim
In full vein it's my rein!
O', the wilt of that wuthering rain
Heading up the tilting cross
That eerie feeling of symbolic loss
One that life keeps in store,
That could send me for a toss,
Was there again, set to regain
When I had heard the call
Lost in the alley of loss and gain
When the life is thrown in mayhem
My inner sanctum found me again
Unnerving omen
When the fugitive turns-in
Once again!
To the beaten, blotted, hunted pain
Had to realize I was beyond,
Determined, away from the cries of,
The galleried woes
Linking the life, again,
To the rejuvenating rose
Believing in the words,
In their prose
Denying the moments,
To make the desert sand creep-in,
Peeping-in through a hole,
Making even larger moles
I am there yet again,
Rewriting the running scroll
Walking down the known aisle
Reading that very familiar simile
Positively knowing all this while
This is to be a different mile..
October 2, 2010 - April 25, 2012
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/