Lost Part II- Timeless
As time weeds through
the frames of that broken window
rearing dead flowers of past
and wild leaves of sorrow
Emptiness spills
evoking unwanted familiarity
of once trodden path
rendering more guilt than pity
Hope is yet another story
another unfinished dream
another not-reachable ripe grape
while fate plans another scheme
I picked an apple
on the way,
hungry I bit
Nay, it was made of clay
Betrayed by own thoughts
cursed by a craving mind
for impossibilities
for love and such kind?
They accused me
of being Eve,
while the serpent escaped
I stood there decieved
Faith fails, heaves more.
(read Part I here)
the frames of that broken window
rearing dead flowers of past
and wild leaves of sorrow
Emptiness spills
evoking unwanted familiarity
of once trodden path
rendering more guilt than pity
Hope is yet another story
another unfinished dream
another not-reachable ripe grape
while fate plans another scheme
I picked an apple
on the way,
hungry I bit
Nay, it was made of clay
Betrayed by own thoughts
cursed by a craving mind
for impossibilities
for love and such kind?
They accused me
of being Eve,
while the serpent escaped
I stood there decieved
Faith fails, heaves more.
(read Part I here)
posted by Incognito at 9:47 PM
4 Comments:
A lovely poet that you are .. it was nice one!
Hope is yet another story
another unfinished dream
another not-reachable ripe grape
while fate plans another scheme
it could be the sour grape! ... but trust me ..hope does do wonders !
Betrayed by own thoughts
cursed by a craving mind
for impossibilities
i loved these lines a lot ! you are very true ..
btw thanks 4 dropping :) in my site too ..
you know what your "Blah's "! do sound sensible !!! keep going
Meenu : Thankyou so much :)
Hope these praises are worthy de moi.
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