I sit behind a shady screen,
Scouting life in a still state:
In hope to see what is unseen,
Or glimpse hope or contemplate.
It's not as easy as it seems,
I'd rather be taking part;
But life is tough and rough with beams:
That crush the spirit and the heart.
I sense them laugh and feel them cry:
Beyond a bunch of shallow signs;
I see them pray and praise and pry,
And prison themselves in false confines.
But I am not to judge anyone:
For passiveness' prize's only shame;
And judges who're yet wasted won:
None but just inglorious fame!
I wonder why these lonely souls,
Keep living in this unreal realm!
And I am not the one to stroll:
In what could possibly peace overwhelm.
I sat behind a rainy window:
And feared that I'm just passing through;
While the drops outside did like pain glow,
And the drops inside did agony accrue.
I sit behind an unshaded screen
Silently, and just await:
The right moment or a chance serene,
And wish that it won't come too late!
O silence is hither silence is thither silence is everywhere wanderer to the path of gravity of motion with or without all great expectations ...nice 10++++
Nice poem. I think allot of poets feel like you. Its difficult to be a critical observer and not think many of these things. I like the line, I sat behind a rainy window and feared that I'm just passing through. You convey in the next two lines your observation of pain and agony both in- and outside the window. Which one do you choose? They both sound appealing? ;) So you wait for an opportunity to take part when the scene changes to serene? Nicely written poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
silently and just wait. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.