Time again I look out the yellow window of light,
With a certain longing to melt in the shimmering flecks.
But I drag my fancy, lounging in the midst of stars;
Back to the shadowy confines of my mustard walls.
Caught in a time warp, this mind wanders in bygone lanes;
A tramp, subject to the vagaries of his vagabond psyche.
But I chain it down and ask its irritated self to muse.
In Praise of Idleness - here's the part trosh it churns out.
Why not roam around in rustic lanes searching for poetry?
"Poets etch dreams!" But don't you feel them all the same?
Exploring unknown vistas from these shadowy confines;
Living a dream that never was, but living it all the same.
Search for beauty in mundane things while abhorring reality,
Floating in gondolas cruising through Venetian causeways.
Isn't that the meaning of “heavenly bliss” for you?
Its irritated self now asks me; but I prefer to play mute.
Idleness is never bane for it gives us reasons to realize.
Feeding the fire of imagination, it nurtures the rationale.
Decipher the cryptic messages conveyed by your reason,
And you'll find the same fancy grinning at your stupid self.
And so my fancy reasoned with me; I had to but let it go.
It floated with grace out my yellow window of light,
Back to where it belonged, lounging amidst starry company.
I close my eyes and find me there - all In Praise of Idleness.
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the pic in d middle of the poem spoils the flow...somehow in this one the lines seem crowded with too many words..long tedious words..dnt b mad, am jst being the pain in d ass critic =P
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thanx 4 d songs..but i hd them alredy, i enjoy coldplay too
arre....need sumone to do just that...be a pain in the ass...heh heh...ok..but i dont think i am capale of changing a poem after writing it...i find it too difficult to do that...futre works...will keep in mind...but u knw what...maybe ot seems crowded coz i try to convet a complete idea theu each line....anyways..thanks....
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Pardon the intrusion...I tend to agree with Chandni...Seems jumbled...
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Why not roam around in rustic lanes searching for poetry?
"Poets etch dreams!" But don't you feel them all the same?
Exploring unknown vistas from these shadowy confines,
Living a dream that never was but all the time still living it.
Its irritated self now asks me; but I prefer to play mute.
Search for beauty in mundane things while abhoring reality?
Floating in gondolas cruising through Venetian causeways;
Isn't that the meaning of 'heavenly bliss" for you?
P.S Hope didnt overdo with the liberty....
hmm...prabhu...as i said i find it hard to change anything once i hv written it....call it my weakness...anyways...it does sound better this way...think all the editing for VUELO is paying its dividends huh???
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