A free fall in the pitch dark abyss,
Wind on my face or the nuance of reality,
Murmurs of the unseen or a buried anguished lacuna,
Sighs of a decrepit will or the facades of hope,
A patient soul or a bewildered,fallible heart,
How long I'll have to fake to fathom this route?
A vendetta of good and evil or mere survival,
An impasse of a futile life or an impuissant multifaceted persona,
The relentless urge for truth or besotted with affliction,
Longings of love or refraining the visible,
Wounds of the yearn or words of extol,
How long I'll have to fake to fathom this route?
Wind on my face or the nuance of reality,
Murmurs of the unseen or a buried anguished lacuna,
Sighs of a decrepit will or the facades of hope,
A patient soul or a bewildered,fallible heart,
How long I'll have to fake to fathom this route?
A vendetta of good and evil or mere survival,
An impasse of a futile life or an impuissant multifaceted persona,
The relentless urge for truth or besotted with affliction,
Longings of love or refraining the visible,
Wounds of the yearn or words of extol,
How long I'll have to fake to fathom this route?
Hi Arvind, I liked this short poem so much that I linked it to my site so that any visitors wishing to view the rest of it can acccess it with a click of a button. It is a rather deep piece of work, but the again, you are a deep kinda guy.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lindsay.
ReplyDeleteYour work has been very inspiring too, especially the Citadel. That's a wonderful piece of work.