Ahead of me
A dusty old railing
Plastered in white
And beyond that I see
The village of lights
Zoom out
Rise up to the sky
It is as if
The stars above
Images down below
The exact portrait
That is the valley I am cradled in
Which holds
The same lights
As the sky
No wonder
The sky and the earth
Are parallel
But I do wonder if
The sky reflects the earth
Or if
The earth portrays the sky
*
Ahead of me
My worn out dark sneakers
And smooth hills that are weaved
With
Slight ups and slight downs
Just
Like
The taciturn waves that breaks
In the lake lying after the hills
The flow
Its crest falling, forming wet hills, then breaking, and tilts
**
Ahead of me
An image of a thinker
Yes
The night is a thinker
As
It sits so calm
But I could witness happening so much
Like
An occasional titter of the peacock
That sits on the hill top
Or
The village sound of a car
That is barely heard
And
The crispy wind that touches
Instilling, the ice it brought from above
In my fingertips
And the bridge of my nose
Till it gets hard for me
To type anymore
But its even harder for me
To exclude the other wonders
That are serenly committing deeds
Virtuous and evil indeed
And that wind
It forces me
To not quit
For these beauties will be offended
If left out or missed
***
Ahead of me
The silhouette of the trees
That are dark as the lake
And the moonless sky
Which has all the ink spilled
And the writings that sky holds
Are undecipherable now
I wonder
What histories were written over it
Which like all others
Are left only as
Exaggerated hearsays
But what is gone
Its gone
May it be written
But the truth is lost to the nature
And the witnesses that silently saw
And lived
To the day
All those trees
Aging with years
Hills
Withering by time
They have truth
Burnt within them
That
No legend can decipher
So
Ahead of me
Is only what beings see
And
That is merely
What I can write about
But
Im contented
And I live with it
For you should put all those things
That are ahead of you
Somewhere they hold value
Because
What is ahead of you
It is what you may focus at
To avoid
Getting mingled
With the world that exists
Without vision
In a vacuum..
6 COMMENTS
DavidBokolo
March 15, 2016 - 11:26 It a lot of concentration to make meaning of the things ahead you. Thanks, M. Long time no hear.Manahill Naik
March 15, 2016 - 12:59 Ty nd same goes fr urekhanshiraghava
March 15, 2016 - 12:09 Amazing.... Each line makes a real connect with me... In love with this one...Manahill Naik
March 15, 2016 - 13:00 Haha as usualllll.. my day maker :p btw uve been inactive r8? Sup?rekhanshiraghava
March 16, 2016 - 06:36 Yaaa... From quite a long time... Typotic has also lost its real charm... I am glad to read something from u at least.... Wasn't keeping well... Now fyn....Manahill Naik
March 16, 2016 - 12:04 Tysm nd yes i agree, last year ugh it ws way too much exciting.. all those ppl mahoobee vishnu abby nf manelyn nd so many mooore they nvr show up :(