Thursday, September 4, 2014

The Missing Torch


Stepping out from the burrow
Scratching the hidden persuasion
The soul which has long groaned in solitude
Will it be re-confined to the misery?

One who awakens by the brittleness of elegy
Eroded by the existence of sinless soul
For a moment it became oblivious to time
For a moment it elapsed in whispers

Struggled within the beauty of madness
This soul seems like lost in its way
Drown in the scenes of life
Asleep in the dungeon of resignation

Helpless...

In the starless night
The soul summoned on a journey of trust
Riding on the wings of my bare thoughts
And flown to the light of my poetic side

Longing for my discreet passion 
The immortal torch ignite
Caressing the tail of my frozen muse
Melt the nectars of the ripe words

Which now, sated