CALICUT, March 13, 2013 – Can we connect the dots of our existence to define the breadth of our future?
You strike with a subliminal force that would defy,
Staring me in my face as you vividly imply,
‘Take me if thy soul quenches in a cry,
And melts with the agony of a fate so scorchingly dry’.
As the sands of time make patterns adrift,
You can change its path making inroads so swift,
Dealing blows to my mind in a gruelling rift,
That weighs down in turmoil with the impulsive shift.
I cede to the reins of my train of thought,
As tracks plot their journeys to change my lot,
I halt you dead in your track in a fearsome knot,
Adding fuel to my mind that seems fraught in a clot.
‘Twould need feline grace to fill my voids with lace,
Lest I miss my chance by a whisker of space,
A hair’s breadth counts in almost ev’ry race,
As my mind craves for space at a better pace.
Ev’ry dot speaks to create a bigger picture,
I train my mind in a valiant fit of composure,
Connecting dots that would define the breadth of my future,
With a monumental frame that would complete the picture.
Vishwas Anand of Bangalore is a published poet and writer. His poems have been published in anthologies: Brush Strokes and Ink Spots, Aquillrelle; in journals: The Copperfield Review, The River, The Nexuss, Four And Twenty and featured in online websites like One Shot Poetry, Jingle Poetry and Poets United. He is also an Ezine Articles expert author.
His articles and poems have appeared on GingerChai and Aquillrelle.
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