This is very different from the verses I usually write. It's interpretations can be different i.e. it can be read with someone's image in mind or like I interpreted it in the form of a person who is schizophrenic and who is hallucinating a person. @mirakee@writersnetwork
Down by the river, A woman in white, Remembering days with a sigh, Her children and husband long gone, The cottage in forest frosted and decaying. She sits by the river, Unnoticed and unseen, Cries but her tears drops in the water. Lonely and forgotten she breathes, The forest and the wind carries her scream, She hopes that her children are somewhere near, Happy and joyful, without any fear. So she waits for someone, Sitting by the river. The Cherokee roses gives her hope, As she plucks them everyday. @mirakee@writersnetwork
The dense clouds rose outside, Like the clouds of sadness in my head, The mighty sun lost its brightness, As it hid behind those puffy clouds. The massive bright entity tried to overcome the darkness, It succeeded somewhat but again it went behind. I observed this hide and seek, A sense of enlightenment washed over me. I realized that my will is the sun, that is trying to overcome the gloominess that resides in my mind. @mirakee@writersnetwork
A ray of sunlight enters through, Declaring that this morning is new. The refine rays touches the skin, Making it warm and energetic. The window blinds have a beautiful sunrise behind it, The rising sun makes us hopeful and ready. The sun tells us that we have a new opportunity, A new start of productivity.
I saw a nightmare that I don't want to remember, It was traumatizing as I couldn't wake up, I saw myself going somewhere, But the sky looked apoloclyptic, And it had a dusty tint and rumbling sound intensified, It seemed like someone was pulling the strings of a massive storm, I looked out of the car, and there was not a soul in sight, I started to worry as the car too had no driver, The car stopped abruptly in front of the market, I stepped down to see that there were dead people, Looking at me with bloodshot eyes, Just glaring and glaring, Without a spark of life in them, The sky grew darker and the rumbling sound made me fall to the ground, I looked up and all the dead people disappeared, And I was alone there, thinking that this is real, I tried to wake up, but a force held me back, When I finally opened my eyes, a similar weather brewed outside. @mirakee@writersnetwork
Eyes full of sadness, Trickling tear drops meet at the end of the world, And join the ocean, Formed by my rivers of pain, Drowning me in the deep-water. Swelled and numb, red and full of sorrow, Yet my eyes hide the ache behind them. Crying without any reason, A part of me that I can't overcome. @mirakee@writersnetwork
Ardent it was to perceive The magnitude of creation and pristine With mesmerizing touch of craft Unbridled rhythm of perfection Solitary life fumes with jubilation Not abided by the primitive world Questioning her free wings of desires Like they inherit curse of judgement Ineffective though against recluse people Skin of traditional love igniting her heart Benevolence will surely be her shroud Believing in her beloved spark