Puzzling, really
whole night I passed
dreaming a new
dawn
when it appeared
so foggy so dark
tried to sleep
again
if sleep is so desired
why live all such gem
by the sea of time
what doing with such rhyme
night passed away
as night passed
night comes again
as it comes
simply we the puppets
sometimes beggar
sometimes king
dream sometimes high
extinguishing sometimes dream....
Pranb k c
10/01/2012
Raj Arumugam
the ups and downs of life and the passage of time well captured in your lines, Pranab
the ups and downs of life and the passage of time well captured in your lines, Pranab
Cat
lovely of think on.. well penned.. cat
lovely of think on.. well penned.. cat
Kesav V Easwaran
Nights come and go... so do dreams...deep philosophical muse
Nights come and go... so do dreams...deep philosophical muse
RAJ NANDY
"Sleep the balm of hurt minds , the death of each day's life..." (Macbeth) ' We are the stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep' (The Tempest) Thanks for sharing , -Raj
"Sleep the balm of hurt minds , the death of each day's life..." (Macbeth) ' We are the stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep' (The Tempest) Thanks for sharing , -Raj
Sleep, aye, we love it too well, to our demise, methinks. Beautifully thought-provoking with excellent imagery and very interesting tribute. The beauty of this is the reminder, to my present understanding, that now is spiritually night, dreaming and sleeping all too enticing, to our detriment. Lovely discussion of the paradox. Hmm. Intriguing, as yet the entirety of its meaning eludes me.