As the dark clouds gather
Amidst a bright day
Dispelling the crude reality of life
Quenching the incessant thirst
For a while
And pass on
Like it never was
As the weeds that grow
Over a freshly made grave
Lush, green, and new
Flowering on the death beneath
Few more days
It shall be no more
Like the heart that burns underneath
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If you came here looking for me, thank you. I am humbled and delighted. 😚 I now blog in Medium. You are welcome to read my stories there .
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I like this turn your poetry has taken. Dark and throbbing with life. :)
Moushumi
@ Moush
Thanks girl! Thing is I just write whatever comes into mind, without really planning on the turns :)
@ Bobby
Firstly, will you please identify yourself? You are definitely one of my mad friends, but still if you wanna carry on this anonymous drama, I'll play along!
Painfully realistic dosen't mean am pained about being realistic...it's just that am extremely realistic; just an adjective.
As for pessimism...mmm, just coz the seasons and the weather is behaving itself, should I also behave myself? I do have my liberty to be a pessimist! :-)
You don't have to be sorry for commenting.
Thanks and do try the biriyani; it's quite an easy recipe.:)
We don't see it because it does not match our definition. It does NOT match our definition of god, our definition of justice, our definition of love.
Just believe them to exit. It is only because of these three that this world exists.
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