Friday, 30 January 2015

The Drift

The Drift

And my soul drifted tonight,
Leaving behind the diamonds to tease,
It drifted with a sudden blow,
Shocked, as it was,
With the day's moments,
Helpless incidents,
less fortunate coincidence...

I am feeling this slow drift..
It kills me little,
It kills me more,
Each time a little more...

The wind from the east,
blew away the soul,
Like the dried winter leaves,
From their moist muddy soil..
Attached they were,
And the wind was harsh,
Ruthless to pay heed to their soil,
roots or life...

The drifts are amazing,
They poison me slowly,
As they are,
Slow, steady and calm..
They pull me away,
From my roots,
They pull me away,
by my branches...

I feel this drift now,
And I wait for my soul,
Across the shore...

Tanzila

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