City streets, Piercing lights,
Raining needles,
Fictitous nights. Ignorant beings,
Walking past,
Meandering towards,
Their impartial last.
The descending river, Sounding loud,
Nostalgic notes,
Woven by the clouds.
Tearful heavens,
Starless sky,
Clothes soaking wet,
Hearts are dry.
Reckless Winds,
This binding chill,
Recursive Memories, Hold me still. Unknown alleys, Dark and deep,
Veiling the vague,
secrets they keep.
Lying down,
On the grass,
Glistening dew drops,
Reflecting the past.
Random images,
Regretful thoughts,
A few ' do's ' ,Many ' do not's '.
Silver Moonlight,
This dreamy dope,
Re-ignites,
My Helpless Hope.
2 comments:
LIKED THE LAST PARA
DREAMY DOPE KI JAGAH KUCH AUR USE KARO ........IT KILLS WAT U R TRYING TO SAY
THEN ITS NOT FICTOUS
ITS FICTITOUS..........
SO YEAH
THE POEM IS UNITY - THAT IS ONE THING I BELIEVE UV ACHIEVED FOR THE WROST TIME
DEFINITE GROWTH SIDDHANT FROM THE CHILDISH DISJOINTED STUFF U WERE WRITING RECENTLY [THOUGH WELL PUT]
KUDUS
AHA I LIKE IT ...
its not vealing
its veiling
veal = calf's meat
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