Rays Of A Stranger Sun


[I hear her voice, in the mornin’ hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin’ down the road I get a feeling’
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.

                               -Country Roads, John Denver]



This life in strange company -
Lonlier than lonliness.
I burn in sorrow
Under the rays of a stranger Sun.

Shadow's a familiar face,
Ever a silent one. 
By Faceless Voices
And voiceless dreams,
Pains are poisoned even more.

I suffer in silence.
Miles from myself
On this stranger shore,
Counting time till summer comes
When the tides shall take me home.

[Wow, this blog was dead for a year. Not dead, there are some half dead drafts. Never could complete any of them. I should kick myself in the a$$, beacuse i missed something I loved doing]


Comments

  1. Srivatsa KondapalliTuesday, January 11, 2011 2:44:00 pm

    Wow, you are back!! Cool..Yes, for not blogging for so many days, you should kick yourself in the a$$...let me know if I could be of any help!! :D

    So, it can clearly be seen in whose memory this blog is written... ;)

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  2. Bharath R SThursday, January 13, 2011 1:12:00 am

    nice one dude :)!! as usual ur poems rock :D :D :D!!

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  3. Manjunath RGThursday, January 13, 2011 5:15:00 am

    Good one Rahul.. Counting time till summer comes.? Hahaa... Its very near.. Dont worry..

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  4. Rahul NairThursday, January 13, 2011 5:24:00 am

    @Vatsa: Thanks for your support man...
    @Bharatah : love you man...
    @Manja: Summer is like 96 days way man...

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  5. EJThursday, January 13, 2011 6:41:00 am

    So you have counted the no of days till D-day??? Cool...

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  6. NithyaThursday, January 13, 2011 6:51:00 pm

    nice one rahul.....:)keep going on...

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  7. DreamerSaturday, January 15, 2011 10:39:00 am

    Awesome man... Nice 2 c u back :D.. u r an inspiration 4 me 2 write poems :P :P :P Keep posting :D

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  8. Rahul NairSunday, January 16, 2011 12:44:00 pm

    @Eli: that is actually the numbre of days i have left to go bak home.
    @nithya: thank you.. and thanks for stopping by again..
    @Kittu: Thanks man... Your comments are my inspiration .. :P

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  9. Dr. Pratibha SinghThursday, February 03, 2011 1:37:00 am

    very beautiful poem I must say.

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  10. Rahul NairFriday, February 11, 2011 11:39:00 am

    @Pratibha: Thanks a lot.. :)

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