Elemental

Memnoch

And so the wind swirls around
Among endless clouds of envy’s past
Judge not its path or flight
Rather test its strength to last.

And so the rain melts to you
Freezing hail and fog too
Cleansing the grime of humanity's ills
Tainted the sacrifice of hypocrisy fills.

And so the sun glows astray
All the light wasted away
Yet in the darkness it does not shine
Beckoning an open thought
through a closed mind.

And so it lies endlessly still
Among the passage of journeys irrelevant
The silent, stolid glacier of time
Upon its surface, embedded within
The truth, the lie and imagination begin.

By,
Vineet Bhalla.

Memnoch

come on, someone must wanna tear this to shred and point out the jeuvenille banality of it all? :P

humbleCounty

it smacks to me of banality,

also way too juvenile

humbleCounty

dunno man, to me it seems a bit, ehm, dont actually have a word for it so i'll say "airy"

it kind of flows along, pretty nicely, but without really saying anything, i dunno it seems to me like one of those poems where the writer alludes to insight without actually giving any