The moon widowed the night
And Silence with all its might
Numbed life in its way..
Shrivelled spirits,
And woeful plight..
Mayhem flickered
With hushed delight
And rendered dismay…
Solitude took over,
Scattered and sour,
The dreams walked away.
They waited the night,
And the morn,
And the nights to come,
They stitched their dreams,
And songs unsung..
Then, they called it a day.
Confused. Whether to be in awe of the words or to feel sad at the depth of meaning behind them.
ReplyDeleteN where there is a will there is a way......Hehe.. Nice keep going :-)
ReplyDeleteN where there is a will there is a way......Hehe.. Nice keep going :-)
ReplyDeleteDeep and yet simple. Nice work :)
ReplyDeleteI heard two sounds,sound of silence and sound of your heartbeat while reading this... n there was magic in d last para.
ReplyDeleteAll pen can't sketch pain but yours can!
It reminded me of another poem. As if your's led into the other.
ReplyDelete"The woods are lovely dark and deep,
but i have the promises to keep,
miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep "
This is just an opportunity to say "WOW". All these lines are wonderfully arranged making this a story than juat a poem.
ReplyDeleteShabbaaash ladki :)
Deep thoughts, nicely narrated. Keep going! :)
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