Shadow

I have been through a really turbulent phase not so long ago. And reminscences of it still come to haunt me from time to time. Times are getting better though and better things are on their way to me, but today, while sifting through various CDs, I came across some stuff I used to write in that time and this one thing I wrote during that era. God knows in what state of ming I ever managed to write this, but this is something from the dark age.

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Since the ages unknown,
A shadow has been walking in the woods
Some say he was buried alive
Some say He died in a plague outburst.

Since the ages unknown
A shadow has been wandering at the moor.
Looking for the traces of his scary past,
Like something is hidden or buried there,
God knows what he is looking for.

The truth is,
he is a ghost.
He still trawls the sea in night,
looking for its hidden jewels & unfulfilled wishes.
He protects the lost ships from sinking;
He sails them home safe in the hurricanes,
strong & stubborn.

He just stands there with a lantern,
like a lighthouse,
watching out for the coming storms.
He just keeps on walking,
Without expecting anything in return,
He is just a shadow,
waiting for his fate unknown.

He believes,
Someday there will be a time
when peace will walk his way.
He will also be escorted to his new home,
Someplace where he will rest in peace & watch the white moon glow.

Till that day,
He has vowed,
To be good,
than be an evil;
And make things good,
That earlier he couldn't.

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Sometimes,
I think I wanna write.
I wanna express something bubbling inside
but just then the rush vanishes
And I remain still,
Point blank on how to proceed,
What to write,
How to express..

Sometimes,
A thoughts enters my mind,
Hits a wall and disappears
Leaving a trail of mysterious blue,
Making me wonder,
Where to go
What to do..

A stillborn idea with nowhere to end,
A paper lying on the table
With smudges of writing all over it,
No; I can't read anything.
Nor can you;
It is so distorted.

Mesmerized,
Hypnotized,
Confused;
It is fast becoming my nature.
I guess I am becoming one of them,
Run of the mill,
Of a system around us all.

I try to walk,
Break away from Slumber sloing shadowing me,
and I fall down
and lay still
Bleeding,
Pleading.

Staring a the roof of the world;
Until it gets murkier
Little by little;
I loose sight of it,
and then,
There it is,
No Sound,
No Movement,
The End.

After a long long time

It has been a long time since I honestly tried writing. I just couldn't write something then because I also didn't have the time to think on what is going on. And before I realised, a lot of things had happened. My B'day had come and gone, been through excellant and bad health state and an upbeat mood replaced by sulk later.

I wouldn't try to delve into details and spoil my mood now as I am sitting in office doing nothing much. But will be following this up with something I wrote today.