Friday, April 25, 2008

Shall we walk into the mist?
From where no one has ever returned
Where unexplored mysteries sleep
And a haze that explains nothing
Overshadows forlorn belongings;

This is the road that walks there
Where no shadows have ever followed
And no lover has stayed alone
Where with open arms they embrace
The abysses of unclaimed depth;

Where shadows that lived a life
No longer exist,
Where the trembling heart
No longer breathes,
Where journeys no longer pretend;

Let us hide once beyond recognition
Let's today walk into this mist.

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Quite romanctic Alok. Loved it.

-Pria

Admin said...

ooo i love the mist! lovely!

virtualjourney said...

The line that jumps out for me is the haze that explains nothing.
Brilliantly observed.

Hope to move back into poetry as I settle into WP - thank you for all your encouragement in this short time.

Janice Thomson said...

This is beautiful Alok!
Love the line "a haze that explains nothing" - what a wonderful way of expressing this. Yes...let's walk into that mist.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

once again, your words stay with me.

Jeeves said...

Liked the last two para's

Jeevan said...

I am always ready to walk in mist for the desirable. Beautiful poem alok :)

Annie Wicking said...

Beautiful, simply beautiful..

Best wishes, Alok.

Annie

aria said...

"Where journeys no longer pretend;"

that should be fascinating.
even the mist in your poetry is lucid.

Miladysa said...

Very atmospheric and I would love to walk into that mist... mayhaps I have... :-D

Keshi said...

I walk in the mist most of the time..

keshi.

Casperbaba said...

i couldn't refrain myself from following your lead into the "mist"... tempting.. indeed you made it.

venuss66 said...

Wonderful lines. How have you been?

Alok said...

Thank you everyone ... I am a little tied up right, hence not able to respond to ur comments personally .... I do appreciate all your thoughts. Thanks once again



Alok

gP said...

lets walk into unchartered mirrors of this world, unlike surfaces, the mist unravels more.