It happens now and then, that I find myself
Slowly gliding amidst all, unless someone snatches me,
Out of perception, from imagination,
Taking me to a ride of reality.
My quietitude has often been a lament for forlorn desires.
My schizophrenia is a cure for the blatant mediocre, and their proclamations.
hello ramyangshu, what an interesting name you have :)
ReplyDeletethank you for visiting me so that i could in turn read your very beautiful poems.
i am sorry that i couldn't read your latest poem, because the text is not showing... but these others made wonderful reading, and i promise to be back for more...
did you like my poetry? if you did, pls read the others (you'll find the link on the sidebar) and tell me what you think...
also, if you liked Rivers, pls do become a follower so that i can share with you whenever i write next :)
I have put a guide on how to read the missing fonts. I hope that solves it.
ReplyDeleteI liked your poetry very much, and will be joining you in river.