The MadLad

Coming Back To Life - Poem by The MadLad

Where were you
when I was still a bud
waiting to blossom.
Lost in the cosmic pattern
was it you
who brought me to bloom?
And where were you
when the storm struck
and I shivered alone.
Were you the one
singing by the river of life
turning dust to bone?

Molding the thorny past harrowed

You sheathed my story
in your virgin bosom
And as I looked all 'round
for colors to swallow
You kept strolling the alley of lies

leaving only my shadows behind.

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Running late on clocks never running

While the words of love
and winds of change
whispered loud
The winter mist
on my lonely garden
Your sermons
like acrid smoke
And I sat quiet
listening to the darkness

In the void of your doctrine
I found the beauty of Nothing
and knew of what was bound.
Burning the remains of my old being
From ashes, a phoenix
I rose from ground.

And spreading the wings
of my mind
I sailed to the land
of silence
Where golden truth
like morn-rays sprinkled

And dancing in the dark rains

slowly but surely
I came
back to life.

Topic(s) of this poem: hope, love and life, uplifting

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Inspired by Pink Floyd's 'Coming back to life'

I just can't stop bleeding Floyd...
...and bleed does the pen in my hand.

Comments about Coming Back To Life by The MadLad

  • Dr.subhendu KarDr.subhendu Kar (7/10/2017 4:21:00 PM)

    Where were you,
    when I was still a bud,
    waiting to blossom.
    Lost in the cosmic pattern,
    was it you, most majestic write with most cognitive force to know the truth as wedded to then time, stylistic approach, i do admire,10+++, thank sfor sharing.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 18, 2017

Poem Edited: Monday, July 17, 2017

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