Mystic eyes, holding a lot,
evidences artfully burried & bolt,
yet beam of sunlight,
when she smiles,
assured all, fathom none,
albeit, reality as it is,
revealing would lead to upheaval,
fraction of seconds,
is all it would haul,
to chunk down to shards,
nescience ergo is euphoric,
adumbrate scoop of reality,
treasured truths, darkest deep,
remitting travesty,
to armor self,
fenced & thickened,
reticent &circumvent,
let it tuck-in,
& poise inside,
lest a reckless ride in the rain,
drench self &
storm others too,
in pangs of pain,
& twinge of annihilation,
a flashing dawn though it was,
groping & gloomy,
now it is,
so, why the hue, why the cry,
when all that was,
is now a passe,
spasmic attacks of realism,
quash vitality, somber certain,
howbeit reposeful amen,
arise & awaken!
What is that ur hiding behind!!
ReplyDeleteWe live in our present,but love to rewind..
Why ur eyes smile a lot??
When ur heart smiles not!
Is it necessary to hold inside everything..
Cut the darkness within..
Let the light pass.
Don't let urself down..
When friends are around..
Lets just bury the pain and aghast..
Let the past visit with a smile..
Because its all but the past!!
What you say my friend,
ReplyDeleteis no doubt agreed upon,
albeit,time gone by has a bearing,
in times to come,
why else those pangs linger,
even when you yearn,
to rest back in oblivion?
wounds evanish with time,
scars carefully perch within,
to remind all that is bygone,
at present has trace none,
withal, the heart wishes,
what if those roads,
were not trodden across?