From The Bard's Pen

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and
admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and yet,
to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—
nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

- Hamlet

Saturday, July 16, 2011

These Walls & I



There was a time
when all I ever wanted
was to break out of these walls

To go out
and let my senses feel
FREE

To take in a big gulp of air
and exclaim with joy,
“This is LIFE!!”

My nails became brittle
shoulders bruised
and knees grazed..
The walls stared back at me
IMPASSIVE

Even my tears held
no sway.

And now all I want
is to curl down like an unborn
This is a womb.

I want no birth.
Musings of at

2 comments:

  1. IndrajitNovember 5, 2013 at 1:00 PM

    wow ! you moved me. I am not easily touched by any poem to be honest. but this one is a hard hitter unleashing a storm, breaking my all barricades and making a place within. esp the ending. :)

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  2. The Fallen AngelApril 18, 2014 at 2:59 PM

    Thanks for the appreciation:)

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