Friday, November 13, 2009

In the end

Like an old clock
he has seen many times
His youth had enough
of those resonant chimes
Now he is a heavy book
on a wobbly lectern
Important but unread
he is a dusting classic
The end, he knows, is tragic.

(Title courtesy:Linkin Park)

8 comments:

BP said...

Thanks for reminding us of a good habit.

Musings of a wanderer said...

@BP
The only good habit I must have reminded is acknowledgment of lifting off titles. Is there anything else?

Raash said...
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Raash said...

As an Old friend,
I have seen many of his poems,
His peotry had enough
of those resonant rhymes,

Now he has a heavy look,
on his wobbled past
mysterious and unexplained,
riding away from his dusted logics,
The Start, he knows,
to be a perfect psychic.

Aditya said...

nice...why is the end tragic though? he should just chill

aria said...

Interesting, he must be.. (and my kind!)

BP said...

I thought your poem was about a personal diary. May be I didn't get your poem. Sorry.

Musings of a wanderer said...

@Raash

Thanks for your poem.

@Aditya

The end is always tragic. Though looks why, when and for what from here. It is tragic.

@Aria

Yes, he is interesting !

@BP

Praveen, that was a nice interpretation that you gave much better than the forgotten old man that I talked about in the piece. Thanks for that!