Monday, 11 May 2020

Last moments...

The golden vale !!



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.

12 comments:

  1. A rather painful journey and even more painful longing.

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  2. Utter truth....thanks for your thoughtful reflections..

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  3. Sounds to me, alchemist in making. Nice composition!

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  4. Very nice... Particularly liked the lines" 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."

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  5. Gives me immense pleasure that it touches you....my regards

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  6. Beautiful verse to augment the beauty of the lovely image!

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  7. Floating in those vacant eyes, For a few moments left; Beautiful. . .

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  8. Lovely 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!!

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