It’s just a sleepless night
with towers made of ivory,
A dreamless street
bound by destroyed dreams,
Somewhere there’s a key
to let us out from here.
It’s just a broken town
with dashed hopes and futures,
10-foot barbed wire fences
and the sounds of souls
once free, now prisoners.
Midnight strikes and deserted streets,
the hurricane of defeat.
Somewhere there’s a key
to unlock these gates.
Someday we’ll be free.
© Nishant Tharani 2007
24/9/2007
A Writer’s Island poem.
September 25, 2007 at 4:59 pm
We are shackled by our thoughts not by anything else. We need to be free from that.
Great poem.
September 25, 2007 at 7:46 pm
yes. someday we will be free.
September 25, 2007 at 9:46 pm
This is such a bittersweet poem – you’ve done a good job of exploring the hopelessness.
September 25, 2007 at 11:02 pm
I like the rhythm. It fits the words and energy of the piece!
September 26, 2007 at 12:13 am
Wow – a powerful piece. I love “the sounds of souls” – the alliteration there, and the image it brings to my mind. Well done!
October 7, 2007 at 6:05 pm
Love the second stanza!
October 20, 2007 at 12:48 pm
Sounds like a description of Earth.
October 22, 2007 at 7:27 pm
bound by destroyed dreams
Love that line.
December 31, 2007 at 11:29 pm
Happy New Years!
From Poets Who Blog.
February 6, 2008 at 5:40 pm
I felt an incredibly emptiness reading the poem. An excellent piece!
February 6, 2008 at 5:40 pm
incredible, not incredibly.
March 24, 2008 at 11:00 pm
I was blown away by this poem, especially the end! Kudoz!
June 19, 2008 at 3:25 am
Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation
Anyway … nice blog to visit.
cheers, Languor.
July 24, 2008 at 9:38 pm
Somewhere there’s a feather, and we can wear it.
February 11, 2009 at 7:09 am
Greetings – I invite you to stop by Image & Verse and say hello.