Ankur Shrivastava

Rookie (19th March 1989 / India)

I Walk, I Bleed - Poem by Ankur Shrivastava

Two eyes awake in pain,
Beads of tears dead.
Dreams lie quiet, afraid, still.

Lips twisted in a smile,
Dry flaky lips,
They don't understand,
They can only feel.

A whisper echoes
In deep well of solitude,
Where despair sprouts up,
Roots of hope can never reach.

I pick up my paint-brush,
A crimson dot on blue canvas;
Colors reflect dimly.
Clouds wander, homeless,
They don't rain now,
They just wander.

The load of pain
Seems too heavy.
I burn them to ashes,
And burry in the ground.

I kick the earth,
Wounds open up again.
Ah! The ecstasy of pain,
I bleed, I walk.

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  • (12/15/2007 2:22:00 AM)

    Take the life and its offers sportively and then there will be no occasion to bleed! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011

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