A roar of thunder,Reverberates across the dewy sand.The old cottage trembles,Swaying with the waves.The vast area of greyness,Reflecting on the crimson stained floor.Cracked windows and mirrors,Masking the events of before.When joy soulfully rested here,When the skies were gaiety,When the ripples of the ocean kissed the rocks,When the shards of glass were together,When the wind chimesContinue reading “The Abyss.”
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The Beginning of the End.
A wild spirit, cunning like a fox, The protagonist of tragedy, they called her, A thinker, stubborn like an ox. The protector of the worlds, they called him. His heart, a soft feather, Her brain, a stubborn weed. His carefully concealed naivety, Her obvious shrewd satire, Commenced the collision of the worlds. Her stubbornness toContinue reading “The Beginning of the End.”
Closing the Chapter.
A canvas filled with colours, Depicting a burst of joy, Filled with hues of blues and reds, A sight so comforting, Brightening the room even with its single stroke, The sky crying on the crippled window, Sensing the sadness in his fabricated smile, His eyes looking trapped, Carefully forging his loneliness And reminiscing the shatteredContinue reading “Closing the Chapter.”
OldTown-1
Miles crossed the wired fence and settled himself on a bench in an abandoned park which overlooked the graveyard. He had a soggy sandwich in one hand and soda in other. He ate while the river was gushing behind him when, he heard something strange. Someone was crying. Curiosity took over him and he setContinue reading “OldTown-1”
Eunoia 