Death
I have no words to say
no mountains to paint
the rivers have run dry
with earth searching for life
burnt fallow like the desert wind.
Tales of valour seek teller
but princes pretend to sleep
afraid, of dragon's breath
scorching days once again
and mirrors disperse palatable brew
uncaring of caged magic
waiting to slither out with truth.
Happiness finds comfort
in ashes of charred emotions
denying breath the life
it had circulated within and without.
I have no words to say
you see, I am quite dead.
no mountains to paint
the rivers have run dry
with earth searching for life
burnt fallow like the desert wind.
Tales of valour seek teller
but princes pretend to sleep
afraid, of dragon's breath
scorching days once again
and mirrors disperse palatable brew
uncaring of caged magic
waiting to slither out with truth.
Happiness finds comfort
in ashes of charred emotions
denying breath the life
it had circulated within and without.
I have no words to say
you see, I am quite dead.
blogged by Asmita at 12:35 pm
2 Comments:
Namaskar. First time across your blog.
With so much of introspection you are anything but dead.
Thank you Khshwant :) Words were written when I was troubled by some thoughts.
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