Tag: Death
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Witness the night
#NaPoWriMo2021 #day1 . Ebony skies swallow the pristine white Mute, forlorn, I witness the night An endless agony tears me apart As innocence and childhood depart . Leaving me writhing Crying, begging Tears of shame Tears of pain . A fiery rage singes my whole Yet unperturbed he ravages my soul I wish to be…
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Oh! How I Miss Touching God's Perfection
#Villanelle Each passing day, I crave for your affection, A glimmer of tears lines my eyes. Oh! How I miss touching God’s perfection! My eyes, smitten and mesmerised by your reflection. My heart aches, and in heaviness sighs. Each passing day, I crave for your affection. Rubicund cheeks, lucid skin, Ah! What a complexion! Alas!…
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Kiss me Goodbye
I’ve seen springs, I’ve seen summers, I’ve seen falls, And let this be my last winter. . I’ve lived a life Filled with mirth, I shall always reminisce them, But now it’s time to say goodbye. . I’ve seen places, I’ve met people, It’s time to visit a realm unknown, Please kiss me goodbye. .…
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Elegy
The year 2020, mid December, The last moon rose, I thought. My eyes closed under the glowing Winter light, branches bathed It seemed in a ghastly moonlight. ‘The end seems near.’ My mind repeatedly regurgitated. Unceasingly the machine beeped In the hospital, Shattering the last of my silences. I thought I’d pray, if I were…
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Whisper My Name Just Once…
#Poattic-5 #Rewind A day, I thought perhaps would suffice I’d rewind the hands of Quietly fleeting time. But can a day ever suffice The love exchanged in a lifetime? *** Alas! Too soon have you left With a searing pain my heart is cleft. One half goes with you As I bid my last…
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Muted Spectators
Ominous high-pitched voices In some sort of emergency On the phone, calling up for An ambulance, mingle with shushes. Tongues click in despair. A shrill “We-oow-we-we-oow “, Echoing far and wide, Pervades my being as if A dozen sirens were Piercing my ears. My senses, I muffle with Familiar sounds: Hushed cries of a baby,…
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If Meetings Are Truth
#Poattic-4 #Poetryparlour #Lies If meetings are truth, Then partings are lies. In this cyclic world Rushing hither thither All screaming silences die. And circular points disappear. One hastens through a motley crowd Into the comfort Of a tenuous heart’s tie. *** ‘Tis this silken strand That anchors A time-worn traveler’s Blighted heart, affixing It into…
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Covered in White
Covered in plain white Moments before you were breathing right The smile you carried, shiny bright How will I cope with you, out of sight? . The blooming plants await you to feed them Stray dogs seek love as you walk with the men I’m impatient to see you giggling with friends Why don’t you…