BOULEVARD…not of broken dreams ;-)

This is a poem i wrote long time back in college…don’t know whether you can really call it a poem cos it ain’t got any rhyme or meter or any of those poetry rules followed…..Anyway..it was one of those not-so-sunny days when i was pissed for no apparent reason…

There is this dialogue in American History X…in Danny Vinyard’s voice (Edward Furlong)-reading the conclusion to the report he wrote.This comes after he’s shot..I remember the time when i watched the movie…that quote specifically made me feel gud..Crash was another movie that i really liked…

“So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned – my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life’s too short to be pissed off all the time. It’s just not worth it. Derek says it’s always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can’t top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you’d like.We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained we must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature“

Yeah and about the poem…i was happily sleeping during the Robotics class and Ma’m wakes me up cos i “JUST SHOULDN’T SLEEP IN CLASS!!@#$%^&*()_@#$%^&*”    she wasn’t teaching…Anyway i decided to scribble something down to keep myself awake…the result:- Boulevard.

BOULEVARD

By : Thomas Mathew

Time and time again vines of solitude

creep in through the thorny lanes of my mind

Deserted dark roads trodden in the past

Just a few distant lights that cast shadows on the wall

In the eerie silence and the cold wind blowing through my hair

all i have to guard is a heart full of unfulfilled aspirations…

an unending sense of pursuit for a finish line that seems so far away

and an unquenchable quest for a reason to live.

Visions,Reminiscence,Deja-vu

Flashes of faces,fields,events,voices

Strangers met on the bridge to nowhere

Acquaintances that seem familiar as from a past life

Spirits with minds that can decipher,hearts that can agonize and be ecstatic,

Senses that can perceive …all in one casing of flesh that conceals the true person inside,

chained down in a deep dungeon….

Complete denial of liberty,imprisoned by the very self,Paranoid but nobody knows

It’s self-penance,self-denial,intentional self-alienation

It’s an unending saga,an untold legend,a symphony that was never performed

An ode that could narrate the biography of a pilgrim in desolation

And will always remain untold until that break of dawn into an era of eternal sunshine

when the spirit will relish the moment of glory and say within…

I’m through…