.Past the estrangements
Witnessing profuse isolation
Fidgety deep the listless eyes
Conjures up hallucinations
Suffering the incagement
Dreams of touching the skies
Tainted sphere
Smothering her hopes
She breathes in poisoned air
Much like gloomy saprobes
Mistful lashes
Memory on flashes
Fabricated smile
Loaded on heart so fragile
Fails to hide the bedlam
Regret clustered in lump
Can't help but succumb
Yet she dreams high
In ambiguous sigh
Categories:
mistful, woman,
Form: Free verse
Darkness in the horizon,
one Sun seems to be not enough;
distant cries of vultures dig out
carcasses of haunting days
from the grave of my memory.
Those mascara eyed women,
whom I once adored and gave my heart
without getting back theirs'...
for whom I had many toddling nights
with slipping peg from my hand...
are the causes of what I am today.
They never cared to look back,
but how much did I long for them!
Even today,standing on the brink
of my life,I know I love them!
So I created Raven,
this mascara eyed beautiful,mystical woman,
for,I always wanted my death
to be beautiful and mystical;
and Raven is my death!
I kept her waiting in the mistful graveyard
among those ghost like gravestones,
with the vultures crying and circling above
in the leaden gloomy sky.
I know this will be my perfect end;
the final moment has come,
I will approach her,kneel down
and pray for her hand.
This time she will not refuse me,
I will take her hand and kiss it..
she will come in my arms and embrace me;
how I longed for this...
the eternal embrace of life and death!
Wait Raven.......... I am coming......
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By:kash poet
Categories:
mistful, death
Form: Free verse