Nothing Is Forever
I stumble into a ravine
of marigold and moons
Whispering windows through which
my thoughts mingle with the winds
I colour the sky in pastel shades
with a scalpel, the fire in my soul
There's too much white cotton
screaming for headline news!
To skew every waking thought,
to feel beyond thinking
Should I attack with a sword
or let the moment bleed to death?
In the rippling blue of shimmering waters
I float, lost in time's essence
The dust of my dreams swim in circles
I let go, and sink into nothingness.
Copyright © Ravindran Manghat | Year Posted 2016
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