Insomniac's Soliloquies
It’s 12 o clock in the night,
Thoughts twirling in my mind.
Found myself rambling on the deck and to my surprise;
Blissful breeze across my face cheering my faith to rise.
Persuading to stop trying to cling on each rein of life.
To stop worrying about the cliche and trifle rife. ‘Let it go’, she said, “like my flow”.
Uproar of wind buzzing around under moonlight's glow.
Felt like bespeaking me to live in the moment,
Go a little easy with life instead of chucking it lenient.
It's alright, they said, you are doing just fine.
Clear your mind, write a line or two that rhymes.
Can you recall, the first sight of dawn like yesterday?
Hope your aesthete's still alive today!
Look up they said, breathe as you get up,
Because you can't ever possibly give up.
I vowed with every single nerve that arose.
Knitting words to my reminiscence like prose.
Sworn to that blissful night;
Lo and behold, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride!
Copyright © Prateek Shukla | Year Posted 2015
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