Dreams coming all through the night,
Memories that haunted across the light,
Down to the lane, somewhere making the noise
For I stood at my window, peeping through pane
All I found myself yelling with props sound of silence!
No wonder, spirits intertwine on enchanting dales
Dark woods in evening, creepy than no moon night tales
Nothing terrified mine soul, otherwise foul play
For I stood long, on the pavement, breathing deadly
All I burst and shrieking with props sound of silence!
Up to the hills, climbed to rock cliff to hear him
Near the sandy coast, crowds appease in sun bath
Walk along the high waves, reminds thy joined hands
For I stood beyond red horizon , in paroxysm of hurricane-force
All I summon up, the almighty with props sound of silence!
Far flung, ship brings to a halt; whistles no more blown
Inside the cold cabin, medals memento weeps down
And when on earth; Uniform within golden stripes discovers
For I stood freeze, waiting for the great soul to come life
All I scream up on fateful end with props sound of silence!
There was a mild Sound of Silence ....thrashing inside my heart
And I stride back to deck ....to discover whacking mysterious thrill
"Across the miles , winds silently whispering his name
Sometimes reminiscing his lessons , and law of sea
Taught for dealing with harsh world and traitors
In adversity , in misfortune , in tears of all spells
Be a seafarer , for that will make you my Hero!
Let not tears be your ornament for your eyes
For you owe miracles and adventures in your life
Live as a MARINER'S wife bring together of love and storms
And don't let your fairy tales die for my little girl
For she will be in my Prayers; with calm voice to echo for you"
BY : PRIYANKA RAJ
Twitter : @mahipriyankaraj
I never try to mess with someone's artistic license, although I do see a couple of spots where you could tighten this up and fix the rhyme. Fortunate for some, they can build art with words that otherwise would not make sense. A true poet can say cat and have it mean a bus ride.
Word building and placement is the art of poetry and so far it appears you apply that ability, but it is good to reign it in a little sometimes and be a little more direct. Telling them what your thinking and then lead them to an abstract conclusion.
Ow Priyanka i am sorry you had to experience those feelings and tragedies. i think it is awesome however that you found such a beautiful way to express and heal your hardships. Respect!
Nice Poem Priyanka! it really speaks a tale from the heart. and of the suffering that comes with tragedy! i hope it did not come from your own experience.