Glooming beholds every smile, where dances the melancholy of pluviophile, heavens seeking granaries of sky, where gashes of loneliness amplify. Where hourglass of memories elate stains of nostalgia dessicate, in the seas of oblivion only our hearts could firmly stand, courageously against death our prayers spill on barren lands. Utopian eras now distilled in grief, evolution of heart solemnly wiff, where parched zephyr kisses the wounds, seldom yet perfectly death renowned.
Storming the doors of dawn, destiny usher a woeful morn, Where we tend to destroy darkness of night, with the armour of love we triumphantly fight. At the doors of death do they listen to our calls? A ringtone coming from pictures hanging on the walls. Yes they do answer, when there sounds the command of thunder, and throw upon the shutters of the house of slumber. Of all the pain, a sonnet of happiness we shall sing, the dead to the life can we really bring?
"Everyone in a flutter praises the starry souls, but only the dried petals of marigold could sustain their bruises highlighted in gold..." ~Purva D
poetrylanceHii I am Dakshali I am compiling an Anthology for the first time with @inkworld_org. Book title is 'My scars, my pride'. Theme for the same is scars story and the genre is open. The fee is 50 rs, which you have to pay only AFTER selection. In just 50 Rs, you will be getting 1. 1 page for writing 2. 1 page for pic and bio in the book. 3. E - certificate will be provided. 4.E- book will be provided. 5. Feature on official page