The red sun sets with the dying day Azure horizons slowly turning to grey The twinkling stars only a handful Forming constellations so hopeful We won’t meet if we follow the same road Crossed paths will retrace our abode In this niveous abyss we shall roam The fading lights will guide us… Continue reading Dying Day
Midnight, her face Cold, her memories Old, but her dreams Bold, her prison Gold, her eyes Told, her story Untold. A beautiful tragedy To behold.
Term and pace Ample or meager The time which was and the one yet to come An instant to form eons and eons ending in a spell Years, months or may be some time I love the vagueness of words that involve time.
Pervading the realm, Belonging to night The nocturnal creatures Advancing towards the prey A numb captive, I. Am out of this trauma. Driving away, The evils of the night The light seeps Into the fragile sky.
Weak and frail But he goes on Keeping a smile While insides are torn Sorrows and solitude They’re by his side But keeping his mettle He shall rise Hiding the tears With plastic smiles Repeating the words, “I shall go miles.”
If the world perishes And ceases to remain If love and life And all is drained Sarcoline and rusty On the eburnean canvas They’re more than just stains All that will remain Shall be the dust and pain But you will be present In these strokes of paint
I am afraid to leave, I am afraid to disappear. I will have a name unclear I am afraid of separation And the silence that will follow But I hope it is like music To your fears and sorrows I am afraid to wish the unkind It is a lovely nightmare, A lonely dream of… Continue reading Afraid