The Feel Of It

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Note: Poetry continues… Do let me know what you think. 🙂

Dawns they say are purple and golden

And stars in the night time shine bright white

The faded pink of old envelopes they say

Brings them warmth like a winter night furnace

They say the lamps that hang by the distant temple

Glow brighter than the sun in the wrath of day

They insist I open my eyes and verify all this

And uphold their acclaim

But they don’t know, and they don’t feel…
The creeping tinge of the first sunrays and the blanket cold of the nightly stars,

The smell of breaking paper and the glow of fires on cheeks in the dark,

They don’t shine like the lamp, they marvel at it and call it miracle,

They call me blind to their poetic senses,

I call them senseless of my poetic blindness.


4 thoughts on “The Feel Of It

    thirdoracle said:
    December 7, 2012 at 8:34 AM

    I think this is some amazing poetry

    Sent from my iPhone

      Ruchika responded:
      December 9, 2012 at 1:02 AM

      Thanks Pete 🙂

    Peter Zoe said:
    December 8, 2012 at 9:48 AM

    Definitely great poetry

      Ruchika responded:
      December 9, 2012 at 1:03 AM

      Now Im thinking maybe thats cause you got some things to relate… 🙂

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