Traces of
lost life, so tantalize my mind
Walking
through the Worlds, now I realize …
The moments,
I have been yearning,
Chasing,
following, and adoring
They lie
here dead, with my soulless self
Memories
left beseeching … and forlorn
As I
savoured that were never worth …
Scuffling
with the fate and the approaching time
Longing to
go back, to the one who once loved
Before I
doom, die and perish, unravel my life
Just make me
stay … just once … for a while …
Let me
acknowledge my snivelling part
As my
stained soul lingers to my cold body
Wishing to
garner those very, very last breaths …
With nobody
around to shed a single tear, or even blame
Hence,
wishes and desires are now, just a mug’s game
Penance,
grievance, repentance, not mere words
The only indulgence
of my weary, bleeding soul …
Masquerading
myself to match the world out here
Stepped on
to the dreams that freely once swayed …
Weeds I grew,
till the air was warm and fresh
Breaths are
stale, and weeds are already so dead …
Traces of
lost life, so tantalize my mind
Walking
through the Worlds, now I realize!
I read this poem thrice. And it kept on getting better and better with each read. You know, there are instances when a poem lingers on in our minds long after we have read them. This is truly one of them.
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Brilliantly astounding work my friend. It's your best poem till date !!!
Your words of praises are alwys inspiring ..thx a lot :)
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