PIH (17/09/1987 / )

We Call It Faith

The dust settles and past has been locked
Roads are empty where you once walked
The veiled songs of when you were young
Never seem to be back on your tongue.

Something’s changed, yet somehow it is the same
Stuck in a rut of time, yet the clocks’ hands tick away
Too afraid to let the past spill on the canvas of today? -
Just look up at the sky
And he will show you the way.

Images unpleasant, your conscience will decay
You’ve saved the hurt for a rainy day
Changing the photo on the photo frame
Your misplaced life you’re trying to reclaim.

The rain is lashing down hard, yet the sun is bright
The past re-plays before your eyes
The script is re-written and you’ve come clean
Metamorphosed routine-a role has been essayed
He has shown you the way.

(5th December 2006)

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Comments (6)

well preets, you c the rhymes do the magic...feels great to read it.. eeeeexcellent work..and a great title keep up......arshaj
There is a different aura in the writing here..... should I say that you are maturing with time.... like the cellar wine! You have touched some chords here and feelings melt.... I love to read you!
an excellent write, Preets... love... Asma...
Thats a sad haunting poem Preeti, speaking of a forlorn hurt...great imagery... well I have also begun writing after a long break...had many guests from India... great to read you again... love Arti
Preeti...I think this is one of your best poems. Great going tho its been a looong time. Love...TO
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