Identities dissolved in the liquid darkness
Mists, unidentified faces lurked
Silent screams quivered on closed lips
And a multitude of unanswered
Questions.
Blots of light sailed in the drab atmosphere
Obscurity wove a hundred webs of fear
Each sinew got entangled, throbs between
Fear and bravery, occurred in
Oscillation.
Hands moved in search of light
Threads lost in murkiness
In paroxysm of pain, eyes rolled
Wildly back and forth in search of
Causation.
In subtle mix of reality and illusion
The brain was mesmerized
In myriad of phantom shadows
By dream reality, lost beyond
Discretion.
Truth became elusive
A scimitar suspended in the air
A star in the wee hours of morning
In the company of the orb of night rose to
Salvation.
A contrast between illusion and reality, fear and bravery, light and murkiness..... we are thus eternally lost in a world of contradictions! A great write! !
Great and is enough sufficient to move the inner world of every soul in his action and images intense
when the night is a horse without a mare- it is always haunted and sleepless like those words.Well described and meaningful.
What a very descriptive poem Jasmeen. What a gift of words you have. First time I've come across your poetry, and I'll be back again!
this is strikingly yours in different style which i like most... lovely..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'To sleep perchance to dream', said Shakespear, 'what dream we do have'. Lovely poem Jasmeen