It stretches the day a little longer
Memories of the Heaven’s blue
Still not died, still not dried up;
The sky is dust of gold
Still alluring
Floating in those vacant eyes
For a few moments left;
The life is a gem,
Spoilt by a failed palmist,
The band of clouds
Over the wings of horizon
Crimson—a stream of blood—
Through the darkness of Hell
Whispering tale of death-eaters;
A dream yet survives
To be there, to be there,
Carrying wounds,
Scars on the path
On those weary feet;
Still a dream survives,
To be there, to be there,
Miles away the home is peace.
A rather painful journey and even more painful longing.
ReplyDeleteUtter truth....thanks for your thoughtful reflections..
ReplyDeleteSounds to me, alchemist in making. Nice composition!
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated
DeleteVery nice... Particularly liked the lines" Carrying wounds,Scars on the path On those weary feet;
ReplyDeleteStill a dream survives,To be there, to be there,Miles away the home is peace."
Gives me immense pleasure that it touches you....my regards
ReplyDeleteBeautiful verse to augment the beauty of the lovely image!
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated
DeleteFloating in those vacant eyes, For a few moments left; Beautiful. . .
ReplyDeleteThanks for your words of appreciation
DeleteLovely lines as usual." Life is a gem... Spoilt by a failed palmist.... Still a dream survives... To be there To be there"...perfect description of life's journey!!
ReplyDeleteNice that it touches you...regards
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