I'm not quite sure how to introduce this poem. It's not about anything in particular but is more to do with that general feeling of pondering the meaning of life and such. The feeling that time is just passing inevitably by as we watch almost passively. The feeling that sometimes one might not entirely be in control of everything, and the uneasiness that comes with this realisation.
I try to express all of these vaguely haunting feelings in this piece. Do leave me a comment and share your thoughts.
In the confines
Of this vast cage
Lies the cloying story
Of a bygone age -
The heartbeats of a breath
The windmills of a scent
The imprints of a sky
That 'round me did fly...
From the streams that
Ran beneath my crest-fallen
Feet to that laugh in the air
That arched out of reach, Oh
That downcast day of stormy nights,
The pitiful sway of nostalgic sight...
For the wind was but more
Than an empty soul,
And the guardian spirit
Was no longer whole...
And so
In a half-hearted hallucinatory chase
We chose to eradicate this unreal space...
What futility...
Did one but fathom?
© 2016 Shreya Alagramam
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