When darkness loomed over my day
I thought there is nothing more to say.
Drowned in tears of sorrow
Everything before appeared hollow
Dried and empty were my gland
It was blood that oozed in the end
At some point, which I know not
My fingers tried figuring the final note
So horrible a moment
Still not less frequent
Soon was lost my conscious
Followed a cool breeze of silence
I was thrown into a world of dreams
More clear were its streams
With relief I opened my eyes
Hoping there be no more sighs
To my surprise it was the same old place
Whole event, just a part of the cycle vicious
The grief always precedes
With a cunning smile it usually recedes
Einstein's second thoughts are mine first
Subtle is the lord, not malicious slight.
mashoodkk
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