I run
A reckless race
At a hectic pace;
A discontent chase
in a twisted maze.
I feel
The passing days
And parting ways
With every new face
A blurring haze.
The passing days
And parting ways
With every new face
A blurring haze.
I live
A life in disgrace;
The shallow place;
Cramped in space
Painted in grays.
A life in disgrace;
The shallow place;
Cramped in space
Painted in grays.
I await
The smallest trace
The morning rays
That can efface
My past malaise…
The smallest trace
The morning rays
That can efface
My past malaise…
Very nice poem!
ReplyDeletethanks Beth
DeleteEverybody's life is like that only.. Well expressed...
ReplyDeletethanks Angel
DeleteInteresting!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. I know the malaise will pass.
ReplyDeleteyes, It will pass :) thanks Myrna
DeleteMine too. Well said:)
ReplyDeleteoh, my! i hope you get rays of bright sunshine to break up your day!
ReplyDeletethanks TWG
DeleteThere are days like this that you describe so well.
ReplyDeleteAnd then there is someone or something that suddenly ...
changes everything! So it seems that the sun shines and the night no longer exists.
Until next time ...
so true...thanks Rita
DeleteHallo Ashok:) The translation in Dutch make it a very strange poem, but I knew exactly what you meant!
ReplyDeletei know..translations kill poetry...thanks renate for the visit
DeleteIt is a beautiful poem, Ashok! I hope your malaise will be over soon!
ReplyDeletethanks Judy
DeleteLovely lines and photograph is also lovely...Is this taken by you Ashok ???
ReplyDeletethanks Vineeta...yes, the photo was taken from a private jet by me ;)
DeleteVery nice poem Ashok. Hope you doing good there. Take care.
ReplyDeleteIam good..thanks MD
DeleteI LOVE the beautiful picture, Ashok!!! So peaceful. and wonderful words...as always!! I have taken many pictures out of a plane and never thought to make a painting..hmmm!!!!
ReplyDeleteyou should paint them...such beautiful formations...
DeleteLove the poem! I can relate to it completely!
ReplyDeletethanks Ash
Deletemany of your readers can relate to this here as i am....
ReplyDeletevery well expressed thoughts Ashok...:)
Iam glad many can relate Irfan...thanks
Delete"A discontent chase in a twisted maze" This stuck on my head. I really like this line. So puzzling! lels! Bravo to this post!
ReplyDeleteI'm back!
welcome back NK...thanks for the comment
DeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeletethanks!!!
DeleteA reflection of what is happening in today's life, but hope is one thing that makes life lookf forward, beautifully conveyed Ashok, the picture is beautiufl too.
ReplyDeletethanks Padma
DeleteA reckless race and a meanigless maze, it indeed is! Its time to take a pause and reflect! You make people do it!
ReplyDelete:)
Yes kavi! :)
DeleteLove this poem!
ReplyDeleteFabulous shot and words. We all need time to reflect and rest.
ReplyDeleteI too am at this stage of life (or may be way back somewhere as i have not been able to put out my thoughts in such eloquent words), where i question our ultimate aim in life... Still searching...
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