The colours faded,
and the peace gone,
an empty echo remains,
a blank space,
where once,
a throbbing town resided.
Aftereffects of sedation,
of busy dreams and quiet screams.
of fake sleep and wakeful slumber.
of visting blank spaces,
where once throbbing places existed.
and the peace gone,
an empty echo remains,
a blank space,
where once,
a throbbing town resided.
Aftereffects of sedation,
of busy dreams and quiet screams.
of fake sleep and wakeful slumber.
of visting blank spaces,
where once throbbing places existed.
Wow....I loved this one...!!!muaah..!!
ReplyDelete:) Thanks! I think you are the only one who understands my poetry! ;)
ReplyDeletethis is really nice actually, maybe if you work hard enough you can really write
ReplyDeleteThanks Achuthan! I appreciate all the kind words. :P
ReplyDeleteI love the last line... where once throbbing places existed. This is really lovely, great work. I like poems that are short and to the point.
ReplyDeleteOh wow this had an amazing impact, really really well done
ReplyDeletevery profound,
ReplyDeletea few lines, a job well done.
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dynamic words, love it.
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