Do not tell me
How long the road lies ahead
Or how hot the golden sun can get
Neither tell how the legends are dead
Nor dare tell sweet love is dishonest.
Do not remind me
Of the lost Garden of Eden
Or the delusive kingdom of Utopia.
Speak not why Icarus had fallen
Or mention the Promethean gloria.
I need not hear the tales of babel
Oh let me think and wonder and recreate.
Let my thoughts explore and dreams wobble
Watch me go astray and dissolve into eternity
And heed me compose my unchained History.
3 comments:
Yes its a good feeling, isn't it?...to be emancipated and free...with neither past nor future to weigh you down....but only the strains of the present to accompany you on your lonesome journey....
P.S. Welcome to the fold...:D
liked your verses. But freedom? from what? it boils down ultimately to just "us" maybe.
do keep writing.
* is it Icaraus? i always thot it was "Icarus"....do tell me.
regards,
shuchita
thanks a lot Shuchita...it certainly is Icarus,just a typing mistake...eeer! I hadn't noticed it before so thanks!...N yes it's the freedeom from "us" so u can be "me" or "I"...from a collective conscience...to create ur own stories!
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