The past 's sunken eyes
hold the fortress against
a bright tomorrow
as the decible levels arise.
The coals struggle to vainly climb
when gray ashes are a destiny.
Sozzled walls sway, where
the pulses grow on beaten time.
The night sky framed, return
on the window panes, won't stay.
The stars shall sink into the
spirited sea, one by one
Sparkling eyes await to arrest soon
the new sun tomorrow. Hopes shall
renew as spirits soar and curtains
prepare to fall on a pale moon.
Resolves of past, like coals
of yesterday give in to ashes.
Tomorrow belongs to the wind
it shall light the fire again that plays.
16th december 2009
An amazing poem full of optimism and good imagery. May this new year bring a wave of hope and delight for everyone...Voted 10.
such an optimistic write...thanks nikunj...for the lovely new year
Resolves of past, like coals of yesterday give in to ashes. Tomorrow belongs to the wind it shall light the fire again that plays. ............................ Very stunning lines..You did a good job.. I love this. Hugs, Meggie
Wow! There are some lines in this poem that are so incredible. How on earth you ever touched on the feeling to compose such thoughts is amazing to me. Good job! You are really writing more and more of some really fantastic words. Way to go! Keep up the awesome work. Debbie
i've never read a new year poem like this. It is simply out of this world....the melancholy has been so beautifully portrayed...as also the hope in the last few words. You are a beautiful artist Nikunj plus you're a natural...just keep writing.
Many memorable lines in this one. Poetry is definately in your blood. Write on. Kind regards, Sandra
Resolves of past, like coals of yesterday give in to ashes. Tomorrow belongs to the wind it shall light the fire again that plays. Sadness and joy are intertwined in changing times of life and years to follow. Your poem's mood is mixed with both of these emotions. Somehow it offers hope for the New Year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The coals struggle to vainly climb when gray ashes are a destiny. mastrly. marks 10; why not coal and ash insteadfoals and ashes. uncpuntab; e nouns.