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December 27, 2006

2007


Great night mysteries of toppling tales
come washing down the shore
there's nothing here to hide before
the vanishing sails fade nomore

Of late it appears
that the stars are near
while the sun takes a while
to smile at my fears

The waves crash along
when a strong wind blows
the shallow coast calls
for a song, dance and shows

The exotic dancers dance
to the drumbeats of a mad man
when the poets crash in alcohol
and the simple ones just take their chance

The howling night slows
and the morning rips a glow
the shadows turn longer
while the music comes and goes

There is food for the hungry
and beer for the parched
for now every soul is free
while the simple ones watch

The year is ending soon
the moon is growing old
the gold is spent in style
but the simple ones are bored

Through eyes that see everything
the old man sings that song
which talks about yesterdays
when life seemed a bit too long

The new-year party will never end
that new friend might just show up again
a trough of bliss and a crest of pain
- life is certainly not a game for the sane!

1 comment:

sonal said...

I love this poem!!!!!!!so beautifully u have described all the paradoxes here...amazinggg!!!!