Stray Thoughts Poem by C. P. Sharma

Stray Thoughts



On the dark canvas of night
I paint full bright dreams
In the brilliance of day light
They wash away, I scream
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He is the lover who kisses you,
I am His lips.! ! !
He is the painter,
I am His brush! ! !
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Struggle and strife of the world I know
Will be over when ends the puppet show
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I erred a thousand times, did I ever hate myself!
When others err, why hate at the moment's spur! ! !
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When I look within, the Universe is mine
Outside world is beyond control, I pine

Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: thoughts
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tony Adah 30 July 2014

Wonderful and very fertile metaphors used here. Read my poems too and comment, please.

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Tony Adah 30 July 2014

He is the painter/ I am the brush. These are wonderful and very fertile metaphors. Read my poems too and comment, please.

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Bissau, Rajasthan
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