On a dusty path, once walked with pride
a phantom moves in frozen glide
the twang of life with horror stilled
Hopes and dreams and passions killed
with tears of hate ,lie dormant souls
a life once lived , now jezebel strolls
A wisp of blood, a silent cry
tis War , sweet ones, wake up and die
a phantom moves in frozen glide
the twang of life with horror stilled
Hopes and dreams and passions killed
with tears of hate ,lie dormant souls
a life once lived , now jezebel strolls
A wisp of blood, a silent cry
tis War , sweet ones, wake up and die
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very very well written tmk.
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ReplyDeleteIts quite deep.. deep in terms of probably wht the state of mind could have gone into while perceiving and conceiving the pain being portrayed here...
Its quite strange - that how a picture can speal a thousand words...and silence can be un bearably noisy...
but i must say, you have put in the verses so nicely and they are so articulate...
await ..more from your end...:)
Lov n Luck,
Smriti
Correction - how a picture can SPEAK a thousand words!!!!
ReplyDeleteSorry for my spelling mistakess!! arghh hate it...
Loved the imagery that this line creates - a phantom moves in frozen glide...a very poignant work...
ReplyDeletethanks all!
ReplyDeleteI'm dumbstruck... what a picture a few well chosen and beautifully put together words can paint. Thank you.
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