Tuesday, 8 November 2016

BORROWED VOICES

SONNET: A personal moment during a nature walk. What do I see? What do I feel? To whom am I talking?

BORROWED VOICES
A moist calm cloudy evening
I stare at your ripples
Seated by your shores
Your calmness holding my emotions
And my heart turned into your untouched linings
My eyes are married to your unruffled surface
Joining the lonely floating clouds
And i wonder,
Do we have a common thought?

And so i chose to stay
Losing my scent of ever adventuring knees
But live in your enchantment
And listen to the inner borrowed voices
Hidden under your water, shaping my thoughts!

Trapped (Depression Awareness)

I sit behind walls, Tall walls I made, sieving me from the world, And I laugh the assumption off my head.  Until dusk com...