Flashed identities to begin
Borrowed hopes to fulfill
Rehearsed memories to visit
I am just a silent bird
Treading past dreams
Pushing their theories
Condemning all identities
I do not reveal
Followed rhythms to play
Golden paths in the making
Travelled by and large
My beats lie elsewhere
Resting on broken shells
Relying on shadowed existence
The drill continues
I go on
Fighting thy demons
Rewriting the melodies
Tapping my own tune
I am all set to roar
5 comments:
This is beautiful Ankita! I love the "rehearsed memories to visit" bit!
It has some reference to me..at a point..isn't it??
I love the way you've made it abrupt the certain parts while saying the most.That's the beauty of your poetry.
Beautiful.
i love the oxymoronish :P touch to it, umm, i dont knw how to explain.. :S "The drill continues
I go on" amazing..!
it's really written beautifully!
this is you .you define it cmpletely,those one liners r all set to b quoted.positive wibes ,after those (dark thoughts )are refreshing.
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