Hunted down by wolves,
They stalk in the cold wintry bed
Of my dreams; they mystify the placid moon,
To enact her final ruin.
Across the seven seas of thought,
Meditation weaves its magic;
The cats howl, the ravens make a mockery of thought
The second life cycle begins.
7 comments:
From selling pimples to exploring the labyrinth that the human mind is, you have come a long way, my dear. I have read the piece about 10 times and everytime I found something new that I missed earlier.What can I say except, you nver cease to surprise me.
Keep it up!!!
its hard to believe that this verse is written by someone still in school. fantastic!
:):)
Sameer-> Gosh, thats such a nice comment. Thank you.
Gulnaz-> Thanks very much. Glad you liked it.
now this i REALLY like. different for you not funny or wry but with a steel rod of realism running through it. bloody good.
Very nice imagery in this one.
This is really beautiful
CJ-> I'm glad you liked it.
A, Sue -> Thank you :)
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