Friday, July 18, 2014

Yanking us to where...

                             Yanking monsoon yearning years
                                Yanking summer dry days
                             Yanking winter hopeless hours
                         Yanking autumn memorable minutes
                            Yanking spring soothing seconds
                   Yanking heaps of dreams to a weary desert
                     Yanking us to where shedding slowly swiftly
                 Yanking us unknowingly to a sleepy messy cemetery
                Yanking us ceaselessly to an unfamiliar destined land


  1. Something seems like it is pulling us away, but if we try not to give in, we can still hold our grounds.

  2. Nice poetry.