It ends with a poetry.
And it starts with a poetry.
In between there is tranquility,
despair..confusion..fear..noise..
A shattering of dreams.
A cacophony of thoughts.
And then...a silent wave breathing across a lifeless sea,
the first star in the unending moonless night,
a warm tear in the stony eyes..
and the realization that in the deep caverns of the dead heart
veins still remember the rhythm..
they still mourn the beat.
Somewhere deep there is still a tune playing
a lyric..
an interlude..
a desire for a symphony.
A revelation that the pain our eyes could not open to
is not a smearing blaze
but the first ray in the darkness.
It ended in a dream.
And it starts with a dream.
It ended with a poetry
And it starts with a poetry.
A poetry...
a second coming..
The second coming.
Genie in a bottle
5 months ago
4 comments:
ye akhi ne mere saamne hi likhi thi.... train mein..
awesome write...
"the first RAY in the darkness" is debatable though. :P
kyun bhai..whts the debate...akhi believes in RAY of hope...to whts the problem....we all believe in her...matlab RAY of hope....Himanshu dude...reply if u have nything critical to say or else give up :)
the secong coming...indeed!
if u observe closely parthy...
it says... the FIRST RAY in the darkness....
ray of hope can not be the first ray... rite??
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