Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Run

The Pain was immense
Could let go
Could'nt hold on
Could'nt live with it
Could'nt die with it

Sick of his sense of feeling
Memories of his lost paradise
That Haunted his soul

A thought shaped his mind
He turned to run
Towards countryside
Towards road
In search of his fields of Gold

He ran until
His Grey clouds turned to Blue
He ran until
His tears evaporated in sweat
He ran until
His mind grew numb
Miles far away
From hurt and pain
Miles far away
From bruised feelings
That ruled his lonely mind

He ran until
Hate and love meant him one
Trust and faith had no meaning
Strangers and loved ones all looked same

He ran until
His soul released him all pain
bliss of touch healed his body and mind
Reaching state of utter silence
A state of utter ignorance
And that was his bliss


  1. very well written ...
    one of the best poems i have read

  2. A very touching poem!

    Keep blogging!

  3. The happiest person in this world is One with the Good health and Bad Memory ...

    Ignorance is bliss but isn't is Escapism ?!

    certainly well written but then Run Lola Run:P

  4. Yeah ... certainly blessed with good Health bt nt bad memory :(.. In any case..i'm goona kip runing!

  5. I appreciate ur encouragement Biju.. I know you felt my poem. I'm gonna come up with something soon :)!