Friday, April 29, 2011

The voice of a dead rock

Composed by: Azm
I stayed
I made
And even fade
Drowned by the roaring tides

They screamed
I dreamed
And thus redeemed
Set all over and flew away

Bewitched
And ditched
The profound sound I missed
The calm waves trouble my ear

I cared
I dared
And alone I stared
Lonely in the middle there

I cried
I dried
And that’s how I died
Leaving a trace behind


Copyright ©2011 Azm

10 comments:

  1. I have seen a few of your writings, I like them ... you very well carve your thoughts into words ... wonderful way of expression you have there. Below are my two cents :)


    Resurrection - ( A dream yet unattained )

    paused somewhere in between, those pull and push,
    hidden amidst the clouds, covered by those bush,
    was I to be found, after the feelings get profound,
    layers of stories in me, those murmurs surround,

    seasons changed colors, at times all dry … at times all green,
    i stayed the same, always strong and rigid … yet clean,
    its a lot that I have seen, a lot through I have been,
    the experiences yet to be shared, and displayed onscreen,

    resurrection I say it is, a phase I was to be in anyway,
    nothing lasts forever, even the strongest of pillars sway,
    i may turn dust tomorrow, and get lifted by a breeze,
    the very dust might bond again, I wish, I wish them a please!

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  2. Bravo Azm!!!

    Annonymous, you should start blogging too. I'd love to follow.

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  3. I cried
    I dried
    And that’s how I died!!

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  4. One of the nice Poem.
    Superb.
    U rock Ashma :)

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  5. u r really good with words;) stumbled upon ur blog today and liking what it has to offer...

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  6. Lets have some poems about your nail polish, your coffee mug and your cooking practice too.

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  7. REST: Thankyou so much...though it's come out fine I really appreciate your support...=)

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  8. ..and the rock
    steady
    calm
    peaceful
    blessed
    with the traces
    that humanity
    thank till eternity..

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