Ankur Shrivastava

Rookie (19th March 1989 / India)

The Journey - Poem by Ankur Shrivastava

A rainbow washed away,
In a torrid rain.
An urge to fly
With clipped wings.
Beauty brutally raped,
Virgin body, battered soul.

In this weird world,
No surprise, I walk alone…

Desires burned away.
Hopes brushed aside
Dreams long forgotten.

Carefree steps,
A thumping heart…
Pain flows in the vessels.
Rampaging as a river.

A haunted winter night,
Remainig embers of guilt
Keeping me warm.
Notions falling apart.
Memories fading away.

A fresh beginning,
Every step.
Shadows chased
Horizons challenged.
On roads never visited,
Journey is the destination.


Comments about The Journey by Ankur Shrivastava

  • Kelly Allen Vinal (4/16/2007 7:29:00 AM)

    A wonderful and beautiful poem, Ankur! (Report)Reply

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  • Aashish Ameya (4/16/2007 2:15:00 AM)

    goodone Ankur...keep the good work going on... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 15, 2011


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