As I lie on my bed outstretched,
Gazing at the covered up sky;
Some voices strange I hear in my head,
Sizzling, rumbling, laughing by
My ears left and right; but
A qualm would arise, is this in my head?
Or just something outside, unsure I
Lie, hearing the voices' desire,
To stop me, to kill me, of not letting me fly;
But still I lie on my bed outstretched,
Waiting for the voices to die;
Stubborn, deadly, cunning voices;
They want me to fall, with my dreams
Down the sky so wide,
That leads to the golden world
Of laughter and light,
So I lie on my bed outstretched,
Looking at the grey tube-light,
I get off my bed with a whirling dread
But walk with a wry
And turn on the light,
The voices would die,
I bid them goodbye.
This poem is well written. Good. But the voices that this person hears, are not good. At least, at last he/she woke up and on the light to say goodbye to the voices.. Nice plot..Thank you for the invitation, Roy.
We get whatever we wish to struggle for. Good poem, well-penned.
A pinch of each different flavors can spice a poem so nice...at least it works on you...nicely taste and u are good chef here...fresh words on the table! LOL_Unwritten Soul
A poem which draws you in, like the voices themselves, to a train of thought...... it is like a dream.
Well written and composed, I liked the buildup and positive ending to a dark poem.
It is a very real and deep poem, we all experience the voices from time to time, the light is always there whenever we need it and want it. Beautiful Shouvik as always! ! Love and Light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perfect poem! It has the mystery and the sense of impeding but not allowed to happen doom.I love this magic incantation poem.You're my favorite poet