Liberal Thoughts

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Shuffle My Cards

For so long wrote your name
on the golden grains
and that wave came,
washed away your name.
All I’m there is left alone again.The same past knocking
The same line moving
not a spike, not a low,
neither positive nor negative;
a straight line is what’s mine.

 

Oh, dear! look at me
All I’m there is left alone again.

 

Shuffle my cards!!
Shuffle my cards!!
I plead again and again
One palm covering the other
The warmth within,
it’s so cool
my life is what?
but a straight line again.

 

I could not sink,
I could not fly,
a floating soul is what I am,
flowing along with the tide.
The colour of the sea
a blacking blue!
The colour in my life
a black stroke!
The colour of my dreams
just black shades.

 

Shuffle my cards!!
Shuffle my cards!!
I plead again and again
I see them toppling,
I see them burning;
where are my dreams?
No, I dare not.
Pity on me, I wasn’t aware
dreams and hopes
are but just fakes.
Oh dear! look at me
All I’m is left alone again

 

Shuffle my cards!!
Shuffle my cards!!
Isn’t there somebody?

 

 

I was thinking of writing something when on 17 July 05, I encountered a difficult situation which led me to put this in writing.

February 17, 2006 Posted by | Poematic | 1 Comment

I Have To…

Listening to the winds
whistling from the horizon
shocked by the thunder
emerging all of a sudden.
Reminding me the battles of the past
the sound of the swords
the cry from the battlefront
cannons being fired
that shattered my desire
to overlook my wounds
But I was a soldier,
I had to go on.

Lightning reminded me
the flash of the guns
the shells, the bombs
shaking my heart confused.
Which bullet is mine?
But I was a soldier
I had to carry on.

Today I see and realize
my red, bloody hands
weak and numb, that won me
indelible moments of the battles.
The ghosts of the dead
visiting me with distressed faces.
But I am a soldier
I have to carry on.

February 6, 2006 Posted by | Poematic | Leave a comment

Oh Me!

Fastening the harness onto the steed
rambling along the ages old track,
far away in the countryside,
I set off on a quest
that long before fogged my mind.

Thoughts turning ephemeral
arms entwined in resurrecting knots
ankles shackled onto the dado
I pushed ahead with a body so numb;
Succumbed to those wounds
long before they healed.

Amidst shades of grey
oft did I perch
in the cushion of the dark;
My past frightening me
“Oh! Where did my freedom go?”
“Oh! Where did my freedom go?”

February 5, 2006 Posted by | Poematic | Leave a comment