Ominous voices spoke within the haze of smoke,
in the rambunctious spirit of adolescence
one would hardly listen to those rants.
I remember two things, I was a white horse
raring to go to the very end, of the track, where a mountain rose,
its peak hidden in the cloudy whiteness, beyond that lies the cave of secrets;
the second certain thing, in that dream was my age, just 18, highly precarious,
none can now say this white horse, would turn dark at the end of the race.
(not, even if one becomes 18, all over again,would be sure)
The girl, wearing a flame red streaming cape, riding on my back
said: "What a night we had"! Yes she did amaze me all through the night,
and look now, I am happily under her spell, she has the magic word
to make me excel, if by chance failed, I'll be her ****
They'll turn me in to a mare by their spell, and sell in the village fair,
They'll regale themselves with this sweet imagination: if he wins he is our horse for ever,
or else, the money he fetches, would take us forward for a while,
The horse in his delirious fit thinks:" My love, we'll have many more nights
like we had, just you wait".
The crowd gets impatient,
they just want the race, see the girl on the horse, pass glamorously before their eyes
see someone's win, or some one soon should bite the dust.
**Be ready in your blood thirsty self, to witness oh! heartless crowd,
here, I am treading the blade of the sharp sword, dripping blood from my heart.**
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 1:57 AM UTC
Ominous voices spoke within the haze of smoke,
in the rambunctious spirit of adolescence
one would hardly listen to those rants.
I remember two things, I was a white horse
raring to go to the very end, of the track, where a mountain rose,
its peak hidden in the cloudy whiteness, beyond that lies the cave of secrets;
the second certain thing, in that dream was my age, just 18, highly precarious,
none can now say this white horse, would turn dark at the end of the race.
(not, even if one becomes 18, all over again,would be sure)
The girl, wearing a flame red streaming cape, riding on my back
said: "What a night we had"! Yes she did amaze me all through the night,
and look now, I am happily under her spell, she has the magic word
to make me excel, if by chance failed, I'll be her ****
They'll turn me in to a mare by their spell, and sell in the village fair,
They'll regale themselves with this sweet imagination: if he wins he is our horse for ever,
or else, the money he fetches, would take us forward for a while,
The horse in his delirious fit thinks:" My love, we'll have many more nights
like we had, just you wait".
The crowd gets impatient,
they just want the race, see the girl on the horse, pass glamorously before their eyes
see someone's win, or some one soon should bite the dust.
**Be ready in your blood thirsty self, to witness oh! heartless crowd,
here, I am treading the blade of the sharp sword, dripping blood from my heart.**
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