End

The Poem is about dancing shades of colors and masochist soul..

End is inevitable they say,

Forgetting is getting crucified to eternity I say.

Rivers dry , not tears,

Pain of losing, resides in the pit pierced.

 

Let’s go to the la a land,

Lead me, my eyes begged!

Walking, strolling; So engrossed,

The hand that held slipped!

 

Petrified, Dark truth dawned,

Happiness and color at bay yawned.

Help me! Outstretched , I yelled,

Look deep by us they glided.

 

Amidst the vibgyor,

At the core,

The hand that held mine.

Embracing a lass, eyes shine!

 

Shine replaced pity, on my sight,

Don’t I mime; lips curled gave me a mesmerizing smile.

You’re happy! Reply a nod,

I gasped internally, what else I ultimately want.

Author's Note

This poem circles on metaphor. Imagine any unfortunate instance and read it, hopefully u will relate. enjoy!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love how you make the language come alive.
"Amidst the vibgyor,
At the core,
The hand that held mine.
Embracing a lass, eyes shine!"
You must be a reader of good books. Your words alive and solid. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Zeba Syed]

hey there... yes i do read a lot actually. Thanks a lot for taking out the time to read

[Coyote Poetry]

I feel the ancient writers in the poem. A feel of my favorites Dryden and Donne. You are welcome.

[zainul]

Amazing work.
Like this stanza.

Amidst the vibgyor,

At the core,

The hand that held mine.

Embracing a lass, eyes shine!

[Zeba Syed]

Thanx!! :)