Sunday 5 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Myriad




Myriad

I,a memory in myself
as days passed like clouds
untraceable,I shifted
from me to nullity, in where
discovered a new frame
to wear before shedding
this worn skin and bones.
 No wish remained as you 
weaved my crust,
 hence i stretched my
rusted frame in trust,
all presumptions formed
since ages, faded once
you stringed and knotted 
my fear and ignorance
into a beautiful jewellery
to wear courageously
despite maggots feeding
my putrid body,liberating 
as an exultant,with trumpets
sounding in far lands as again
i  flew blissfully into the myriad .
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Picture courtesy @Purity Ring, Bonnaventure James @bonnaventure

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