Pranav Gothic Poems
|2.||I Sit...I Write||7/7/2009|
|3.||Who Am I?||10/9/2009|
|5.||Her Mom Calls Me A Murderer||2/12/2012|
|6.||The Last Love-Letter||3/16/2012|
|7.||Who Are You?||8/10/2009|
|8.||A Tribute To The Forgotten Heroes Of Kargil||8/10/2009|
|9.||A Heavy Hearted Sight||7/7/2009|
A Heavy Hearted Sight
A radio screams another love-lost song through the frosty air.
The lightening conducts a grand orchestra of tyranny.
A weary cat can be heard hissing in the distance.
A 'lost' teenager finds his ways home in the curfew.
You can hear the beginnings of a quarrel drenching the misty night.
These feverish ill doings-
An instrumental quarrel-
Just another night,
A hopeless night!
Another man thumbs through photo albums as he wonders why he breathes.
A laugh is consumed into the depths of the dark wicked night.
You can see, through a window, ...