Stories to tell, bridges to burn,
Thoughts crumbled like the autumn leaves scattered
When the flames loses its warmth
Shrill of some ravishing razor echoed
Morbid time, a dizzy vision
Mockery of life in every breath
Rusted blood, a sinful conscience
Bruised wounds rests in an old wine
Selfish passion hides in her midnight’s dream
Tragic night ornamented with her gore
Lost pages of diary whispers
Glimpses of hope hide in every pessimist
In the land of desolate dreams
Every poet born under burnt ashes
In the shades of many color
Every memory lane grows grey
Life’s reflection in a rare view mirror
Wings of butterfly on highway rock and roll
Songs unsung rhythms in every darkness
A restless city has cried herself to sleep
Myriads of thought and a war
Whisper, a lullaby,thoughts they were.





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