The fiery gleam Of Phoebus’s snare,The breezy airGently moving away a tuft of hairThe velvety greenParched across the sunAll this he desires but gets but noneDays o what days have becomeA box of just cement and mudPainted in hues of whiteWorth a billion mines“O! When shall we overcome?” Is the question nowOur faiths in aContinue reading “Hope”
Tag Archives: Poems
Poetry Prompts
Art is long and yet within writing poetry shall always rest a place of solace and a rapturous joy not meant to be described. So in this post of mine I wish to inspire the lost personas who have been working hard in unraveling their inner poet. Over here I have summed up only aContinue reading “Poetry Prompts”
UNVEIL
Unveil the hood thee encave intounveil the joys thee withholdethunveil the buckler thee emb ontoand alloweth the tale beest toldethunveil the narrow walls of caste and cre’dshuning all the exsufflicate gre’dunveil the depths of mindalloweth the expressions flowethalloweth the w’rds beest did cast uponrefraining an evil blowethunveil a landeth thee nev’r knewethbeest a creat’r theeContinue reading “UNVEIL”
Bygone Days…
Oh why need the days be so long,So tiresomeSo wearisome,A burden on ever so poor souls-Not a joy to behold,Not a way to smile,Not a way to console,Those days where did they go?Weren’t they here just a second ago!!When work was unknown;When we could sail on distant shores,And daydream the day throughout—Listen but little ofContinue reading “Bygone Days…”
The dream catcher
It’s fleecy soft feathers gently adrift in the air call upon thee , It’s semestral patterns illuminated by the circular horizon makes it an enigmatic experience… I emb onto the four corners of thy birth Awaiting a slumbersome retirement , My eyes have shut down – Shutdown but only for a night , My fatiguedContinue reading “The dream catcher”
An ode to books
The rustling pages elapse And time flees by . I am dumbfounded over where I am – In which world my soul rests . My mind abounds in these very pages like a lost voyager embracing his travels For that is what he finds solace in . A sheer pleasure and rapturous joy not meantContinue reading “An ode to books”
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