The light i see

Swift and smooth

like no human can stroll,

screeching of wheels

made me wonder how,

it stopped by my window,

did it ever walk?

i never took my eyes away

and it never seemed to stop,

never noticed the color;

i knew i could not,

now and then it smiles

eyes dance and spark,

it enjoys the wind

which seems its part,

i am sure nothing can touch;

it's promised to be apart,

city lights penetrate through it,

when world's too bright it's gone,

when i struck with awe it smiles

sends me back my reflection and disguise,

no i never blink to lose the glimpse

and forget the journey,

no matter it's how long,

it cherish me all way

and it knows what i want,

colors come and nest its eyes

as thoughts do to my mind,

plays and swirls

touches leaves and blew away,

it feels so powerful

controlling the air all on way 

its beautiful i know

though i doubt its girl

i smile at the thought

and it disappears as;

my senses ask me,

is it true? no its not!

the journey ends

and i close my eyes,

each time i see her

i am never surprised,

i revise this all

and a question that rise

did it ever meet you

in your several miles.

Author's Note

the question is true ike the imagination i tried to describe.

Reviews

[Maan]

You're good, I really like it. And I wonder if its your first poem as you're new here. I like the contrast of words and imagination you have put in it to link yourself with something your's.

is it true? no its not!

It is true if you want to believe if it is true, it isn't if you don't want to. If that something have belonged to me. I would be really keen to believe that is real. Because what is real is not real so how about believing in something that is unreal but real. It can be a truth that you can keep instead of facts you carry on your shoulders everyday and their burden is getting heavier each day. Don't you think it's light and beautiful, faithful and honest. A lot to say but I just like to wrap it up with a suggestion that FEEL, that's it and you'll be on your way to good.

In the end again, very nice poem, wonderful imaginations. It kept me through out and left me like a wanderer in its beauty. Keep writing.

Maan

[Mi]

thanks Maan , u r as appreciating as always :)

[T.S. Sky]

This is magnificent. Great poem!

[Japanese Cherry]

wonderful job here, I enjoyed reading :)

[Anonymous/Anjaan ( Yash..]

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[MOON]

Lovely thought provoking poem love that last two lines especially. did it ever meet you
in your several miles.

[lee von cleef]

Fog in a poem is good.Seeing twenty yards ahead ,a white line,red or yellow running and tail lights, front and back, sixty down hill,seven horses pushing me, forcing my head down a winding Stinking Creek Tennessee paved ridge dropping ,pushing my gut
up till I have to swallow or choke,Fog like that ? Yes you met me, met me in Stinking Creek Tennessee.

[Uroš D. Stojanov..]

Beautiful, you've done a great job describing! Really nicely written...

[Re'al McNameson]

Well done. I like the way a typicaly positive thing is contradicted with a typicaly negative words. Lights with penetrate. Smiles with struck. etc.

[Mi]

okay, thank u.

[Pencrafter]

Your terse lines immediately capture the reader's interest. Our mind struggles to make sense of what looks like a dream or vision. Interesting.

[axel]

well written, nice poem.

[mandy]

i liked the lines..no i never blink to lose the glimpse
and forget the journey
no matter it's how long,,,,to me, that meant,,enjoy life, in the present, don't blink and miss out on what is happening as you journey through life.