the mystical tune comes floating
with the breeze
the cold, doleful breeze
touches the decaying heart
..as at the sound of its own,
muffled beat..
it shivers
the tune resounds
reminiscent of a serenade
which once did please the heart
-when like a flower in full bloom
it did dance-
and now,again,in its bewildered trance
it does respond...
it quivers
the moon looks on at it
..grimace disguised as lucent smile..
the smile
-which once did spread its warmth,
softly over the heart..
the heart not numb enough to
miss its touch-
but now all that it feels is a chill
accompany the glimmer
and the tune turns into a requiem
echoing in the graveyard of dreams
that the heart has now become
-gripped by fears...gory and hollow
the tune plays on
the breeze gets wild
-like a troubled mother's
wayward child-
the moon shakes off its benevolent mask
and reveals its fiendish style
and like every flower that
it was offered once
..slowly, the heart..
it withers.
...............................................................................
wroted before the icse physics exam
i think
5 comments:
now really. its just that you are very kind.
thanks so much.
:]
Well...it was a little difficult for me to cmprehend most of the other posts but this one just stands out...good job...it reminded me of Joy Goswami
XD
why thank you so much
Physics IS inspiring! Seriously, I wrote a poem to avoid studying Physics before the ISC exam (It's called 'And So... Goodnight, btw).
I love the imagery! And I can tell that you're truly very fond of the moon and music. Beautiful ... simply beautiful!
PS: Get well soon. *offers purple tulips*
XD
yeah almost ALLL my poems have the moon in em
:P
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