For all it had been , a journey of mine ,
In misty lanes where memories chimed !
A tireless walk in lonely hours ,
And a never ending love for withered flowers ......
For the time that flew me by, leaving none more to pine; Resonating sounds, clandestine imageries, hanging from the vines- Basking in their aura, the light they shower, I wait for the doom, that's imminent and yet to devour.
haye loneliness :)
ReplyDeleteAnd a never ending love for withered flowers
ReplyDeleteBeautiful line for a beautiful composition.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
@ majworld : Oh yeah ! :P :D Awesome it is sometimes isn't it ?? :D
ReplyDelete@ Blasphemous : Thank you very much :)
For the time that flew me by, leaving none more to pine;
ReplyDeleteResonating sounds, clandestine imageries, hanging from the vines-
Basking in their aura, the light they shower,
I wait for the doom, that's imminent and yet to devour.
Lonliness - Sometimes the best "company" ever :-) I believe the time when we get to know our real inner self is when lonely, Nahin? Nice one btw!
ReplyDeleteHey there! Am back, exams over =]
ReplyDeleteAnother bleak but beautiful poem! 'Memories chimed' ..like the sound of it!
Love your new layout! xx
nyc poem :)
ReplyDelete@ Sayak : Very nice add ! Thank you very much and welcome to my blog :)
ReplyDelete@ Dua : Agreed totally ! Silence is when one can true find the inner self indeed ! Thank you very much :)
@ Sidrah : Welcome back :) Thank you very much =)
@ anummunaf : Thank you :)
nyce lines!
ReplyDelete@ Saba Fazlani : Thank you :)
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