Drained to the last drop of fluid,
A bottle is emptied,
Thrown to unite itself with the rags on the pathways.
The cacophony of a long past eon,
Resound in the dungeons of unwanted memories.
The jittering noise of the many broken empty hearts
Vibes as ripples of shattering broken emptied bottles,
It resembles a familiar noise.
The cynical restless wind blows across
Eroding the softness of a blooming Lily,
It still stands and blooms in Glory,
Defying phantoms of fear and sorry.
O! The majestic splendor
I owe you my destiny.
you are damn good in poetry ....
ReplyDeletebut i want to know
To whom you owe your destiny ????
i wonder whether the poem is about someone who is close to you who is an alcoholic? but you "still stands and blooms in glory" defying fear and not telling sorry.
ReplyDeletebut the contradiction is you still owe your destiny to the majestic spendour!
Complications and thoughts,
ReplyDeleteSpeculations and guesses,
Long live the reader's spirit;
And,
Let the mystery prevail!
a poem without mystery, a song without melody
ReplyDeletelife without a shakespearean tragedy
one can't imagine how it would be!:)