Friday, October 29, 2010

Behind locked doors....

Flew away the life, which filled my house
Empty though now, but with haunting echoes
Cradle unrocked, unruffled is the bed
The smile, the laugh, the innocence is dead..

Darkness hovering, piling on its own
Its firm grip pervading, all inside my home
How better does it weigh, a bleak of light?
A balm to an eye, who’s lost its sight..

Puzzled by your power, to make and to break
My heart goes silent,resigned and weak
To drown and to lift, a twilight set in noon
Your disc did cover, the western horizon

A madman’s ranting, when is my relief?
How long should i pass, nursing my grief??
photo courtesy - Sri raam kalingarayar.

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