Untitled – Why should all poems be titled?? This poem does not conform to usual standards…!!

Time stops as I stand still,
The world moves around, untouched unharmed.
As If it were always meant to be that way
Things fall into pattern
Everything becomes same
Only, I'm too unobservant.

Lost in thoughts, in dreams
My eyes glaze over
Not taking anything in yet I know there's something there

I mix gold with red to see the effect
It's like painting the sun, only its a reflection in the sea.
I paint the ripples too
My words sound all wrong
They are correct but not right

I twitch a little, nothing changes
Not much unless you count the small moments
which pass by, unless you count the raindrops
ever so effervescent, not much unless you count that fellow blinking away

That feeling takes over, The one where you can see everything clearly
You know that now its so near
So near your reach. it's just beyond that corner
Yet something stops you
What is it? After all this time , it's right there
Reach out, reach out,reach out

It fades away
Blinded by the light, you search for it
It's gone but you don't want to let it go
I don't like this light, its taking the darkness
My darkness away from me.

I want it back
But the light refuses like some insolent child
I wanna slap it hard
but instead it wakes me up

From a slumber
Was there something just there?
The sun shines through,
This time its in the sky
What was that then?
Its still beyond reach

It will come back
Of that I'm sure
Enveloped in darkness it repeats itself.





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