Monday, May 16, 2016

One Day at a Time....

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.

8 comments:

  1. Confused. Whether to be in awe of the words or to feel sad at the depth of meaning behind them.

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  2. N where there is a will there is a way......Hehe.. Nice keep going :-)

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  3. N where there is a will there is a way......Hehe.. Nice keep going :-)

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  4. Deep and yet simple. Nice work :)

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  5. I heard two sounds,sound of silence and sound of your heartbeat while reading this... n there was magic in d last para.
    All pen can't sketch pain but yours can!

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  6. It reminded me of another poem. As if your's led into the other.
    "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 "

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  7. This is just an opportunity to say "WOW". All these lines are wonderfully arranged making this a story than juat a poem.
    Shabbaaash ladki :)

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  8. Deep thoughts, nicely narrated. Keep going! :)

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