Learn More

sree Jothi


WALKING SHADOWS


We are the walking shadows
Two skin sacks of emptiness
Feeding on the fires of craving
Each burning in flames of other

We survive in the open jail of home
Pegged to the curse of marriage
Buried under stones of our partners
Stinking with the stench of life

Hanged down to memories
We Swing between life and death
Chance and choice won the
The vicarious bet called life

We dance to the music of silence
Sensibilities sacrificed distinctions
Stretching spheres of split seconds
Biting the dry bones of memories

Submitted: Sunday, April 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (WALKING SHADOWS by sree Jothi )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Christmas Trees, Robert Frost
  2. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  3. If, Rudyard Kipling
  4. No Man Is An Island, John Donne
  5. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  6. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  7. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  8. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  9. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  10. Death is Nothing at All, Henry Scott Holland

Poem of the Day

poet James Whitcomb Riley

There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
...... Read complete »

   

New Poems

  1. Insanity 2, Daimon Bagley
  2. Insanity, Daimon Bagley
  3. Words with no Rhyme or Reason, Holly Wotherspoon
  4. Who Am I Here? #1, Holly Wotherspoon
  5. To My Wife, Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
  6. Where I Am #1, Holly Wotherspoon
  7. Darkness #2, Holly Wotherspoon
  8. Last Minute Christmas Eve 1964, mary douglas
  9. Darkness #1, Holly Wotherspoon
  10. I Don't Want, Michael P. McParland
[Hata Bildir]