Tuesday, June 30, 2015

A Glimpse Of The Past



It all comes together under the dark sky,
With the shimmering stars and desolate moon,
A rage of color hidden in the darkness,
Just like the storm behind a face filled with gloom,
A showcase of emptiness displaying the void,
The absence of light emphasized by the wisps of grey,
Floating around randomly, racing around without aim,
Tangling with each other, just thoughts haywire,
Near the water so silvery and just...empty,
The horizon layered with a coat of coal,
Brewed coffee so dark, so bitter yet so awakening,
Waves crashing together, destroying the serene dunes of sand,
Remodeling a set figurine of granules delicate,
Yet creating a new masterpiece with every fling on land,
A vision renewed with every voyage into the sea,
Yet so destructive, yet so creative,
Wish nature did the same with all the pairs that exist,
Just as much as thoughts in a basket,
The mind is the easel, the thoughts paint,
Moving together, swaying together, all as one,
Shaping up slowly to form a gateway, all for a glimpse in the past.

6 comments:

  1. A very precisely portrayed poem :)

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    1. Thank you Deeshani :)
      Keep visiting..!!

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  2. "Floating around randomly, racing around without aim,
    Tangling with each other, just thoughts haywire" - Loved the movement here. Flux.
    That was a good one, Karan!

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    1. Thank you Sakshi Ma'am :)
      Truly means a lot coming from you :)

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  3. A showcase of emptiness displaying the void- I loved this line.
    Beautifully expressed ... and I like the way you related it to nature , coffee,, etc..
    Keep it up!

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    1. Thank you so much Ma'am :D
      Glad you liked it...keep visiting..!!

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