Heirarchy of disorder
tumbling down the landscape
of thoughts and visions
of words yet unspoken
of risks always taken
In the society of bees
drumming, humming
through the haze
unscathed, unhurried
finding the way through the maze
frittering away in search of gold,
sweet honey, to take back home
selling away something inside of us
at every turn
at every chance
at every glance
we are far far far away from home
i wish only to go back now
to go back even without the gold
without the sweet honey pot, i told
that i would bring..
I wish to come back home
before i lose all that is within
5 comments:
You are not away from home are you?
And i liked the way the archives organize over here...
Happy writing.
yes I am.. over here at Chicago.. far from home :|
:(
Just wanted to thank you for... "stoping by" (and your comment)
:)
That was really nice... good choice of words..
Here is my new one (not so new actually) but check it out and comment...
http://vishwaroopadarshan.blogspot.com/2006/08/yoga.html
anki, do you take requests?
sounds very wrong of me to ask like this, but I was wondering if your next poem could be something about smaller things. like hair, or ants, or doormats or cartoons in the comic section of the newpapers. some small part of our life that keeps the world together.
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