As I Am, Shall I Stay

A thousand suns in restless days
and a thousand moons in sleepless nights,
my dreams are but cruel dirty plays
yet wakefulness does not feel right.
Betwixt illusions and the hurtful truth
there is a place in the darkened woods,
flowers strange and golden fruits,
the hope of wonderful waiting goods.
But every now and then some days,
along the path unwont I stray,
phantoms haunt these gloomy ways
and frighten me from where I may.
O how I pray to hold it dear
the place where you are near nor far,
what you say and all I hear,
how we both lay here counting stars.
This orange veil between me and you,
like the lifeless leaves that paint the ground,
this is my home and destiny true
let the others swim in lakes unbound,
by shores of hope or foolish fancies,
while I rest in this refuge found
amidst the forest of dervishes,
where falling trees are the only sound.
To have you is as meaningless
as losing you to false ideals
I am content with faithfulness
to what may seem a dream or real.

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27 thoughts on “As I Am, Shall I Stay

  1. oh such lovely poetry

    “To have you is as meaningless
    as losing you to false ideals
    I am content with faithfulness
    to what may seem a dream or real.”

    keep penning your words, or in this case, keep using your thumbs or fingers to pour out your heart.
    maybe with all things meaningless someone,somewhere finds solace in these words of yours

  2. These are changes I thought, but the poem is profound on its own.

    “there is a place in the darkened [roots],”
    “and frighten me from where I [stay].
    “the place where you are near,
    “This orange veil between us,
    “by shores of hope or foolish fancy,
    “To have you is as meaningless
    “as losing you to false idols”

  3. Those were the words that came to me when I read your work as an interaction between us. Your work is not humble but great. (I know you know this.) I apologize that it may seem like I know what I am doing, but the reader is in their head and you are in yours. Until I have had your experiences and lived your life, your choices will not be mine, and this is to say that I am not at the level that you have achieved, and I am inclined to believe that I am not as hopeful a person and so I bring everything down, like a curtain or I kick things. Your words went into me and I gave them other names at times, as if I finish the sentences of my friends. It’s irritating to them. I hope I am not irritating to you. We are in the world you create and sometimes we want to repaint the walls.

  4. Beautiful lines, these! Reminds me of (Rabindanath) Tagore’s poems.
    Thank you for dropping by my site with your warmth.
    Do take care and keep writing, too. 🙂

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