RANDOM THOUGHTS

Of random thoughts

And boggling mires

All the have nots

And reigning sires

The aching hearts

And raining eyes

Of blunted darts

And pleasant sighs

The eerie smiles

And mystic looks

The truthful guiles

And fading brooks

Of weird musings

In silent rooms

All the cruising

In sandy looms

 

Its surprising what silent rooms can do to you. There I was, sitting in a library looking for jstor articles, and failing miserably, trying to find my way through those stacks of books…mind you the richest libraries have every single book, except the one that you need.  Well this poem then came flooding into my mind. Please pardon the sheer absurdity if u may feel so.

WINDS OF CHANGE

Abandoned hope stirs from sleep

A rumble heard from depths too deep
The stony lips now move with joy
The obstinate hearts shall all turn coy
A new day comes hunting crange
Mounted on the winds of change
I am unsure of it though
If its for good I do not know
Many changes have come and gone
The aging earth has stood for long
I wonder if the new day here
Shall kill the sun and fill with fear
The hopeful hearts singing now
And to its black power make us bow
My helpless soul cringes when I think
To what lows callous man might sink
Let me just hope, let me just pray
What else to do I cannot say
A new day comes hunting crange
Mounted on the winds of change