Wanderer
As small as
a child I was forbidden to
soar Through the breath of very nature
Thus barred my feet: yet my eyes not and they wander through every hill and cloud Searching for something.I know not....Beyond every horde of mortals I look out for thee In the land of hopes and dreams: a fantasy Where words are silenced The heart overwhelmed Torments of thoughts, still none to speak of.... My expecting eyes, but lips sewn Yes.I perceive the anguish in your eyes Wondering, wishing something to be told But my feelings are beyond any word The silence creeps deep within And yet I hear your 'voice' The eyes dazed, I'm seeing you with my inner eyes...That long to perceive the golden hue But that is never found And they wander lonely as a bird: my eyes Under azure stretches of sky....
Nabanita
Paul
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Jealousy has
never been a positive for me. Jealousy towards others shows distrust.
When you are Jealous because of others talents then you are telling yourself that you're
not good enough. This poem makes me Jealous. I'm not Jealous in the way that I don't
think i can write something this good. I'm jealous because this poem being as short as
it is has over a hundred different meanings. I'm jealous because this poem in all its
grandeur is written by the soul. like a caged bird not being able to spread its
wings and fly through all natures beauty. The wanderer dreamed of things unknown.
The wanderer wished on stars through its cold bars. The wanderer looks at things
at a different angle, seeing things that others don't. believing in things that cant be
seen or heard. The wanderer is always looking for the perfect sky to take flight.
The wanderer is always dreaming. Seeing things with the soul.
When you are Jealous because of others talents then you are telling yourself that you're
not good enough. This poem makes me Jealous. I'm not Jealous in the way that I don't
think i can write something this good. I'm jealous because this poem being as short as
it is has over a hundred different meanings. I'm jealous because this poem in all its
grandeur is written by the soul. like a caged bird not being able to spread its
wings and fly through all natures beauty. The wanderer dreamed of things unknown.
The wanderer wished on stars through its cold bars. The wanderer looks at things
at a different angle, seeing things that others don't. believing in things that cant be
seen or heard. The wanderer is always looking for the perfect sky to take flight.
The wanderer is always dreaming. Seeing things with the soul.
Whoa. I feel like I need to read this a few more times to really grasp the meaning.
ReplyDeleteYeah, isn't jealousy like a sin or something? Or envy? What's the difference. I agree with you, though. "When you are jealous...then you are telling yourself that you're not good enough."
I like your approach to jealousy. It's not that you can't write something this good. You can. It just inspires you. I like that.