C. P. Sharma

Gold Star - 12,137 Points (July 12,1941 / Bissau, Rajasthan)

Stray Thoughts - Poem by C. P. Sharma

On the dark canvas of night
I paint full bright dreams
In the brilliance of day light
They wash away, I scream

He is the lover who kisses you,
I am His lips.! ! !
He is the painter,
I am His brush! ! !

Struggle and strife of the world I know
Will be over when ends the puppet show

I erred a thousand times, did I ever hate myself!
When others err, why hate at the moment's spur! ! !

When I look within, the Universe is mine
Outside world is beyond control, I pine

Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts

Comments about Stray Thoughts by C. P. Sharma

  • Tony Adah (7/30/2014 4:37:00 AM)

    Wonderful and very fertile metaphors used here. Read my poems too and comment, please. (Report) Reply

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  • Tony Adah (7/30/2014 4:34:00 AM)

    He is the painter/ I am the brush. These are wonderful and very fertile metaphors. Read my poems too and comment, please. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 23, 2014

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