The hash-tag lava Spurted out that was hushed up, A torrid deluge. Making voices heard, As the heavy boulders fall, In their own craters.
The dark raven had turned scarlet red, Its black eyes sweeping the arid brown terrain. The heat had consumed all, Changing many, And destroying others. The blue planet now warm, Man painted new colours, Harsh and livid, They made the world eerie and strange.
Silent pearly drops, Mired in its ombre deep depths, Shone in absent mirth.
As my mind goes blank, Shutting out all the deafening noises, Boarding up the crevices, That streamed in biting shafts. I float aimlessly hither and thither, I know not, And I don't want to know. A reverie, An idyllic repose, A blissful ecstasy. The world is my own, No pretences, No shams, No charades. Honest… Continue reading As I love …..
She had learnt how to love herself, And that was the most dangerous weapon of all. She changed the hoary paradigms, As she set precursors new. New beginnings, Distant shores, Lands beyond and unknown, She strove to find her lot.
If you look on the sidelines, In the dark corners, You'll find her, Hidden by her mane, Her nose in a book. With her head in the clouds, Hiding her feelings, Away from the world, If you sat by her, While the world passed you by, She would tell you a story. Behind the pain… Continue reading Her story
She was one of those rare ones, She could feel the sun, Warming her skin in the coldest winters, For she loved herself, And the whole world loved her for it.
Life is stage. It is enlivened with so many interesting characters who defy all thought and imagination. You stare at them in awe and wonder. One of such characters are those making an ostentatious display of being a martyr. This category always wears the victim look for they pretend to be weak, fragile porcelain figures… Continue reading Ostentatious:FOWC#18
Losing myself, Walking under the life willows, I did not feel sad.
The darkest night, A lonely soul, And the blind void. A bottomless abyss, The frightening gong, The deafening death knell. The burgeoning avalanche, The rumbling earthquake, The venting lava. They all take me in, They all immerse me, In gory vengeful wrath. But as I fall down, A light hand wrests my slide, With a… Continue reading She made me smile