Living in the deserty woods
how hollow I feel
The eidetic memories
of the days gone by
...
Subtle was the breeze and the clouds had the shine,
The horizon had imbibed a shade of crimson wine:
The air was pink by the vermilion of the sky
You were the breeze and the sky was your eye,
...
My Pathos
Living in the deserty woods
how hollow I feel
The eidetic memories
of the days gone by
Reflashes across
the mind
Rendering me lonely
to the core
The serene yet quite atmosphere
The songs of nightingale
and the lonely musings of solitary chrysanthemum
A caged bird
Trying hard for freedom
the roaring wave
trying hard to touch the yearning shore
But alas|
Losing strength
In the midst
All being witness of my shattered existence.