Hope;
that fairy who once cradled
The dreams of life, beauty and glory
Has deserted the beign
Walked away swiftly; suddenly
When, where, how?
Excitement;
that child who once ran
Through naked roads of bliss
In beauty of innoncence
Burned to ashes of the world; quietly
When, where, how?
Love;
The rose that bloomed
In the gardens of divine purity
Withering seasons and ages
Succumbed to guilty passions; knowingly
When, where, how?
A coming of age perhaps
Or the signs of death
Of the human that once lived.
Nothing excites,
No hope beckons,
No love lives,
Anymore.
Lost soul leased to time,
When, where, how?
4 comments:
A depth of a beauty! A beauty of a creation! Lovely. The magic that it weaves is something. You're evolving... regarding the death you spoke of on THE GRAVE, what if Death is THE end? It takes away the body, the soul, the beauty? No one has ever trascended to the place called Death and returned to illuminate those who live. Your call.
And hey, this font just looks too good, too elite. :)
Well. If our death was kissing us every moment - right from the day we were born, would you call that life....? or would it be the goodwill of death? Till one day when it can no longer be our friend- may be we only betrayed it, for, human beings like to advertise that they love life more. Every day living or every day dying- may form a reliable basis to know if one is an optimist or a peccimist.
hey....... yes the death is there my dear.... why r u sooooo sad... and why do u keep on thinking abt death .... its a reality everyone knows.... these three questions --
When, Where, how -- Can be asked... but un-answered they are... Sum things just happen... u have to accept them smugly... u cant fight... u cant struggle...
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