Tag Archives: Steps

Sand In My Shoes

How beautiful the earth is, when I look from here

the blue ocean stretching as far as I can see.

The million fishes in the water singing their happy song,

the golden sunset starting to spread its magic on Earth.

 

There are people running around me, with music plugged,

the last time I was here, i broke my leg while singing a song.

And today, the weather has been pleasant and sunny,

while I convince to finish my contract with winter in my heart.

 

There are two girls, holding their hands and sharing a joint,

the smoke fills the air around them, while they sit on a cliff,

One holds the hands of another, promising to fall together if they,

The love in these cliffs is magical beyond explanations.

 

I continue my trail, looking at the beach and the city in front,

there’a T joint and I sit by the bench, quenching my thirst

If i can just sit here, contemplate my decision, for I am lost

and I can just grow old while I still wait to decide my path.

 

It will soon be night, the million fishes will go to sleep together,

The sky will be dark and the sunset will be on my Instagram,

The lovers would have left, their moment belonging to horizon,

and the beautiful trail will stay here, while I follow another path.

 

Sand In My Shoes is also a song by Dido and is one of my favourite track.


Hidden Beauty

The day started when I acknowledged my failed quest
of unlocking mysteries that answers my questions
There is a poetry hidden in every step of my path
Waiting to be walked on, waiting to be heard.
 
While the sun hides behind a layer of dark clouds
Storing those magical waters to give it back to this earth
There is a poetry hidden in those tiny drops of rain
Waiting to touch the soil, waiting to dance to the joy
 
The moon shines brightly yet the clouds cover its beauty
Only to reveal it for a quick time and again disappear
There is a poetry hidden in those large lapse of darkness
Waiting to be consumed, waiting to be walked with hope
 
The Sun rises again and yesterdays story is hidden untold
The quest is over but my journey is still incomplete
There is a poetry hidden in those melancholic tales of despair
Waiting for my struggle to end, waiting to be finally home.
 

Written for the day 2 challenge of OctPoWriMo 2013 . The theme of todays post was finding those unusual places where you find poetry. While I think its the simple things from nature that can inspire any heart to weave a poetry out of the words. Another day where I have been able to write for OctPoWriMo. I only hope I finish this month with 31 Posts. And until then Happy reading.