The room is locked
the doors jammed
the window is shut
Dilapidated walls, paint worn out
the torn curtains motionless as dead leaves
the air hardly any brief
the shoddy light greets the visitor
for whom its an abode
lost is the key
on a broken street
with no beginning
no end
motionless and lifeless is the street
a clock running its own time
with no stopping by
hurried is the gaze
looking for a friend on streets
when was it
a year ago
two years ago
three years ago
or many decades
when no sunlight greeted the abode
its not heaven
nor the hell
who has the time to comment upon
disdain are the looks
disappointed the worker who lived
struggling and baring around
empty to the ground
no flowers
no breeze
did he ever try to unlock
how does it matter if there is no key ?
a shoddy light
with no breeze
an existence with only a name
no world to greet
what shall he write upon sheet
closed is the world
Scolded to open around
the counsellor for first time
asks him to put his mind out
tears lace the yes
dumbfounded as he is deprived
but no words to speak by
was he a mute?
no
he never spoke
and build a wall
the kindness that cherry blossoms move
as the plant that shoves
he tries to change
breaking the walls
moving the abode
to Baker Street
or the Wall Street
time kept him struggling
but he is determined to leap
even if breaking the only limbs left ….
A best of luck
best and warm wishes those leading the lead
those following
those struggling
those striving
and those trying to make ends meet…..
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Offline) - Published: February 1st, 2022 01:16
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There are so many in that position spilleronsheet yet we live in a world where there is more than enough for everybody but those with the power wish to keep it all for themselves.
Andy
So true
That’s a thought provoking statement
There is enough for everybody, so true
Maybe it’s just we can’t see
brilliant!
'time kept him struggling
but he is determined to leap
even if breaking the only limbs left ….
Thanks a lot dear Mek
The hope that keeps us awake
sadly, the world is full of em .. sad souls indeed .. now given a poetic voice & loudly ................. Neville
A sad soul
Can’t voice their opinions
But I guess poetry is freedom
Wherein, even a voiceless can sing
Thanks a lot dear Neville
A heart grieving situation, very well narrated and you conceptualize beyond words. Festoon of events well narrated !!
But its time for Taking the Next Step !!
It surely is
The arena dates shall be announced
It’s time for warriors to assemble and win the crown
Thanks for the lovely comment dear Vamsi
It cheers the mind for the next step to take…
Yes, a real struggle for some. I enjoyed your poem very much.
Thanks a lot dear Rozina
I guess many of us are still in caterpillar stage
So cheers to them
The first verse made me think you had been in my home.... rather bleak here. I've been up and down that ladder and played tunes upon it but in the end all that matters is a modicum of peace of mind. Well.... it works for me anyhow.
Really I could strike at your place
Maybe peace does means a lot
But what if one is used to chaos
When in chaos, sometimes it doesn’t matter how sad you are
You eventually shall creep out
I guess I think like that
A superlative poem here spilleronsheet.
Though the story you've told is full of woe, the brightness dwells; in the way you have delivered it so masterfully.
My best wishes go out to those, who are in this situation, as it could so easily be me, as freelancing isn't easy at the moment.
Bravo, and I hope that all is well!
Freelancing is surely not easily
Those struggles are really hard
Thanks a lot dear Auburnscribble for stopping by
Your comments connected and struck a chord inside
Freelancing sure is, I'm really looking forward to much more frequent work.
You're very welcome for the comment, and I hope that the next step you make, will lead to brighter things.
I really hope
Hope that we grow together and reach our zenith
Amen
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