

Still dark is the sky
With no colour to supress the black…….
Still cries the mother soil
With tears coloured with red
The faraway horizon no more
Paints the colours of nostalgia in the sky
The burnt red ocean
Fails to reflect the salt deep inside
The grey smog embraces the mountain top
In endeavor to hide its wet erotic green
The dark clouds of oblivion
Screens the sun …….
A blank canvas lay inside my heart
Waiting for a trembling hand to fill it with colours…….
My misled dreams confine myself in a prison
And I wonder how long ………
No answer echoes the walls of the heart …….
Silence screams with the dreadful pain of loneliness
My presence ethereal to the very existence
Yes I am lost
1 comment:
all ur poems hav one thing in common and thats the truthfulness and experience with which u write them...as always im a die hard fan of urs and with this poem u hav again proved ur skills...good luck , , , u r the best !
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