Nihil
The ink of my soul is spilled over
This blank sheet of wrung paper...
Forming soft tunes of despair.
My imagination hovers away
Painting your body
In the canvas of my heart.
Unfinished stories are untold.
Flowing chapters are unfold
Pouring to the ocean.
A never ending story goes,
As the book is closed.
Again cries my soul.
A new parchment is revealed.
A new story is to be told.
And my heart is abashed.
My dazed mind keeps writing.
Idiotic chapters of anguish,
Annulled by my tedious reality.
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Poems from the Tower (WP Official Pocket Poetry List)
PoetryI used to write poetry a long time ago. Poems from the Tower is compendium of dreams of love, sorrow and despair. Fantasy and reality converge in these verses to create this collection of poetry, in my attempt to purge away some feelings.
