Liberate a thought
and let it feed on the gospels
stoically it will grow
into its own form
like a fire
consumed with passionate energy
bringing to ashes
all the cobwebs, the dry cackling sound
of the burning wood
all is charred, blackened with soot
glowing embers still remain
to rekindle, to keep alive
the rising smoke
raises the alarm
setting the stage
for a revolution!
6 comments:
interesting...
must say, u have a very poignant style of writing... :)
Thanks for your nice words about my poem!! But just like you, mine is also a mere attempt at poetry! :)
Wishing you all the best..
Rgds,
Hari
In your profile, your answer to the question about spilt milk, really cracked me up. Great answer! Have a good day.
Nice poem, full of passion and warmth. Thanks for visiting me.. : )
that picture may be priceless.... but if deemed in relative terms, is certainly not worth more than these few words...
with these words you amaze me...I shall be coming here again... to be liberated... again..
@Enigma: Thanks for your gracious comments, I am glad you liked it.
@Hari: this comes a little late.. but thanks for the wishes, they are always in demand..
@dilemma: heheh.. its pretty rare but sometimes i can be humourous too :) thnks..
@Peace: Thanks for your comments.
@Venerable Vermin: and from your words, i take faith, to keep writing on.. thanks for your comment.. will be hoping that you visit again.
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