Monday, December 22, 2008

Lost Kite

Light is not so bright after all,
when everywhere there's darkness and woeful plight,
I would better stay in anonymity
and see the demons fight,
i am better a dead poet,
a vagabond and lost kite.

6 comments:

modern exile said...

lost things have their own story to tell.. that is what is most amazing about them... don't know why .. loved this composition...
sometimes when one is lost... they get a better direction..
keep writing..

*claire* said...

loved this one, too..

still thinking !!! said...

I am a fan of the first line

Extremity said...

ohh..pessimism again...
killing the light too..??
darkness at its height

Extremity said...

just a suggestion..
in the 2nd line,'when' wud b a little more apt than 'where' since when can imply the time and place as well.

voice of silence said...

thanks, ur suggestions accepted, I have already made the changes...