Sitting on the armchair,
On the swings with the-
melancholy of the silence.
I opened my eyes to the
darkness piercing through the air.
Nothing moved or nothing mewed!
cheeraping of the nightingale near or
did the wind bought the voice?
I know not, for darkness is all!
Upon the swing, the stars
poured the light with
picturesque stillness of the picasso's.
Dripping down the sky,
drops of dew,
washed the depraved face.
Untouched! untouchable forever
the night goes on and on....
On the swings with the-
melancholy of the silence.
I opened my eyes to the
darkness piercing through the air.
Nothing moved or nothing mewed!
cheeraping of the nightingale near or
did the wind bought the voice?
I know not, for darkness is all!
Upon the swing, the stars
poured the light with
picturesque stillness of the picasso's.
Dripping down the sky,
drops of dew,
washed the depraved face.
Untouched! untouchable forever
the night goes on and on....
13 comments:
Nice..
@ഒരു ദുബായിക്കാരന് Thank you :)
owsome work dear wohooo the princess of emotions is back
awesome*
@arjun thanks dear! M glad you liked it! :)
the night goes on and on singing the song of belonging to the eternal world.
Weakest LINK
@Rachit yes it does... That is what makes night so special!
Nice! Night time is always that pretty!!
@Risha Kalra yes it is....
Untouched! untouchable forever
the night goes on and on....
Loved this bit the most :)
@chintan thank u :) even tat s my fav! ;)
niya very nice feel of night!!
lovely poem ...
keep writing & smiling :)
@sowmya thank u :)
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