In Outlying Shades of World – Poetry

It was the year of Great War, a year one might call an abyss in time. In those outlying shades of the world, a sudden bringing of ancient and modern came into absolute contact. There was born a child, in those bitter, mortal cold shores. A child who later became caring yet blind by his rage. A broken child of fragile and responsive organisation. Of discomfort, positive pain and ultimate injury. He was the child of legends, legends ever heard by rustic men.

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The Answers Faded

In stillness of time paused

In moment that we rejoiced

On the mountain of cold tears

We faded into each other.

In the moonless darkness of death

In the water of the soul that men breathe

Among the shades of evening that they seek

We escaped.

Before the moment of echo

Under the whispers of question

In the air of discord, the answers faded

In that moment we parted.

The old reason escaped.

Just the thought of crossing the question

Shivered us

And we merged again.

Run Away Little Boy

In the air of desire the memories sleep,

Beside the river of winter,

Beyond the moment of time,

In the stillness of harmony,

On an abandoned shore,

In a restless silent night,

Beneath the surface of shivering skin.

In silence do I make confessions that chaos creates,

A confession whose echo reverberates in every thing I touch.

My demons have run awild and the devil is here to collect.

Run away little boy.

Run away, alone, with devouring tears.

The mountain of secrets I hid within has finally crumbled down.

With bloody eyes I will witness the ashes of burnt leaves,

The leaves of secrets.

Run away little boy, 

From one hell to another.

via Daily Prompt: Enlighten

Eternal Words

My amorphous one, 

My inhabited soul, 

The angel 

Covered with veil of my love, 

Let me etch my existence into your dreams, 

For I’m yours 

And you’re mine.

In every breath, 

I’m a man of words,

These words,

They do not fade, 

They are eternal, 

As eternal as our love. 

They aren’t far from reality, 

They are the beautiful reality, 

The unbelievable reality 

That you ignite in me.

Our love 

Is worthy 

Of these eternal words.

In stones of melting reality,

These words 

Lay the foundation 

Of our 

Eternal planet.

The Eternal Wait – An Original Sketch

Well, dear readers, just like my last post “The Dying Land” this time also, I’m going to use the daily prompt and the weekly photo challenge to create another post. This time it’s a poem.

The Eternal Wait

The Eternal Wait

In the depth,

Of the scream of every leaf,

Through strangled breaths,

If only we could soothe this motionless chaos,

if only we could collect the mist of memories forgotten.

If only.

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