The day I was born

Long nights and days sped by

To yearn and earn and count and die,
In loving spree and dreams and cry,
In heaps of petals fallen and dry.

Swirling serpents�"smoky dread

Invading sky to paint and spread,
Erasing signs of innocent myths�"
Cradled so long in cerebral piths.

Promises faded, one by one,

Nothing was lost and none has won;
Reaped not harvest, seeds not sown,
The last wish awaits the last ribbon.

Moments flee, pages burn,
And ashes fill the memories’ urn;
Yet the sojourn shines in glee
When life recounts its first turn.

Reviews

[Ruth]

In the hope that we can trace the pathway back to times where all was clearer...
This sails forward with passionate flow, I like it a lot...
What I like the most is that I can take my time over your work to ponder on the depths for your poetry is layered and that is a great thing in art :)
xoxo

[Introspective Mind]

It was one warm Autumn dawn beaming with fresh sunshine when I had written it on one of my birthdays....I had no wishes to write it the way it finally followed....but it flowed on its own compelling me to search for words to feed the flow....I enjoyed being so much carried away by the current of feelings....as satiating as of love that binds a mom with her child...I am touched by your appreciation, not just for those roses of expressions, but for your wandering in the nursery of my poetic expressions....Thanks, dear friend! With greetings from Sunny India !

[Ruth]

Thank you for the wonderful poetry! I shall read more soon as I can :) Have a beautiful day! :) xo