NOMADIC
Realization of your
existence halted the
thoughts of detachments.
Brewing with in me,
inciting me to bluff
the vague tints of nature.
Withdrawn in these
despair since coon’s age .
Nomadic in pursuit
of you in the trails
of life,couldn’t treasure
you in my yesterday,
sidelined in today’s
bargain,ambiguous
outlook in dark tomorrows.
The U and S turns
of the craggy drive,
left me whirl in the
treacherous journey of life.
Hope ,a stranger
in the streets of
desolate fervor in
these hazy lanes .
Blossoming sorrows
in my forlorn heart’s aisle .
Will transient showers
of ardor seal the pain
of thorny course ? ,
Delusional pain creeping
into my reality,no words
of comfort uttered,
to ease this perpetual sting…
BY
PIUSHA
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