Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Poem 167 - The Imaginary Painting


An empty lane, only a old bench there
If only it was not uneven and jagged
Cars could be driven there
Some noise from vehicles the lane lacked

If only there could be a few more trees
Where birds could chirp and children play
I painted a picture in my head
Hoping the beautiful image would stay

Have a distant look at my mind
No you still can't see what I see
Trees grow, birds chirp, cars stop in the traffic
And there is a more happier me

More beautiful houses, to decorate the lane
I hoped it wouldn't be as silent as it was in this lane
It is always too dark and quiet
But for now the lane was silent, quite, dark and standing in pain
-Gaurang Rao

6 comments:

  1. Very nice, Gaurang. All our mental paintings need more trees and chirping birds. I'm so pleased to see you rhyming. We who rhyme are becoming rare.

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  2. Sounds like a lovely imagined place

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  3. Liked the picture you painted in you head and well done!!

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