Shattering Strings Poem by Kumar Parashar

On the parallels of air I breathe, I cease to see the world in me

With passing of beat inside the very heart I wish to feel like brie

Quill shan’t appease to the spree of tears oblique as it would be

In every swung of chime, I strive to flee from cage of pain, I dream.



I dream of scenes with beam of light on the cream, I lean to foresee

In ages yet to pass, life to survive and heart beats full of agony

I wonder, oh! I dream, the audacity might not be in me

But I dream, yes! I dream, to conquer and live, what I believe.



The feel has lost its amity in signs crystal clear, I see

Forsaken my life and agonizing my breathe shall be

Love they say; free they speak, scheme they scheme

Pain I grieve, Pain I believe, Pain is all around when I see



Foretold in holy pages in ages of gold with life in spring

Seems to lie in deprive the broken pieces of string

And he who is the highest of thee, king of king

Shall keep furtive, the ink I bleed and the tales I sing.