Sunday, April 25, 2010

Stranded

Time stops, others pass by
I wait to hear the chime at dawn
The ring of unbound sweetness
But the hands are still
And moments lost
As I wait to hear the chime

They say I live in a Pegasus dream
Winged, but to fly in a desolate void
Where no spring of inspiration flows
Only dreary hollows of stillness
I see Prometheus with grey strands
As I wait to hear the chime, eagerly

I see a dark star smiling at me
A deep scar with no visibility
I am running against the stillness
Leaving my footprints in the sand
The wind rides the blue waves behind
As I long to hear the sweet chime at dawn…

9 comments:

TALON said...

What a beautiful poem, Shyamanga. And a sad one, too. The image of the "running against the stillness" is magnificent and describes isolation brilliantly.

Shyamanga said...

Thank you so much, Talon. Glad you liked it. Yes, it's a dark one.

"Hush" is a masterpiece. Love it. You are an inspiration.

Lynn said...

The sweet chime at dawn. Beautiful and haunting words.

Shyamanga said...

Thank you very much, Lynn. Guess I was inspired by you "listening to church bells in the distance." Thanks.

binzy said...

Beautifully written, Kabu !! This stanza is real real deep :

"They say I live in a Pegasus dream
Winged, but to fly in a desolate void
Where no spring of inspiration flows
Only dreary hollows of stillness
I see Prometheus with grey strands
As I wait to hear the chime, eagerly"

Shyamanga said...

Hi Binny, nice to hear from you. Sincerely appreciate your comment. Glad you liked it. Thanks a lot.

Krantik said...

Super...glad you're writing more often now.

Shyamanga said...

Thanks a lot, Baba. But you seem to have stopped. Don't...

Truedessa said...

I enjoyed this read bittersweet words..I am running against the stillness..ahh familiar feeling..