Monday, July 25, 2011

In an Asylum I must be

If life was anymore complicated,
I would be locked up in an asylum…
Imagine what a place to be,
One could be childlike, downright naughty,
Chase the flies, talk to the walls,
Weep for hours, laugh at them all,
Pluck a flower of every color,
Sing a lullaby to a stray on the street,
Love the first person,
Who helped you to your feet,
Madness is a cure,
To a deadly disease,
They chose to call it monotony.

8 comments:

Rachit said...

to a lovely poem we call it beautiful :)

Weakest LINK

:-Dee said...

you are a gifted poet.. soon to be known 'more' :) It was nice reading your poems, so much of depth and life in it and its varied shades and layers... keep writing... :)

neelam said...

back to basics---it can never go wrong

Someone is Special said...

just so beautiful...

Someone is Special

Ismita Tandon said...

@Betwn the Lines...thank you so very much!

@Rachit, beautiful indeed, thank you!

@DEE..thank you so much! You cudn't have put it any better, yup someday ;)

@Aunty N, thank you for being there, always!


@Sispl...thank you yet again!

Komal said...

Love the first person,
Who helped you to your feet.

Simply beautiful. :)

nishjohn said...

I love this poem of yours...how can I share it on FB?

Ismita Tandon said...

@KN...thank you so much!

@NishJ, why thank you...plz feel free to post the link on your wall...d more ppl read poetry the better for us poets :)

http://applestrudle-dollz.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-asylum-i-must-be.html

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