Some one attempting to play a sad note

On the earthen dulcimer of the mind;

A note and rhythm of tears, dripping from

The icicles of solidified grief;

With insipid energy, and whimpering spirit

Like an evening that is spent;

And bidding farewell with chaotic attrition

In the innards of synergic debacle.

Even the regaling moonlight and

Starry sky has become scorching

Summer that scald the prurient passions

Sheltering inside the soul, in a cloister.

The splendorous spring has dwindled into

A spasmodic, saddening winter.

And your sodden heart, a picture

With the ornate glass, broken in splinters.

You have become a singing bird

Wounded, and flying in the darkness.

On the streets of rainbows, awakens

The tumult and maelstrom of the sky.

On the unknown nameless road

Someone is wandering with agony,

Melancholy painted across the face.

Affliction gathering teardrops, overwhelming

In the heart, hiding among the eyelashes as

Condensed atonement , of tribulations.

Effigies of shadows like puppets

Are awaiting for something to happen..

Borrowed births recreated from previous births.

Ogling as the rain clouds with a throbbing heart alone

Amidst the whistle of cold wind

Attempting to sing a dirge in despair..

The treads diffusing into echoes

Linger in the cold air as they fade out…


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