Into the Black


The journey within,

In the cold wintry comfort

Competing with my own reflection,

Hoping to see the angel in my eyes,

Wishing I hadn’t lied-

-to make you mine.

Listening to the missed beats,

Of my broken heart!

 

Sand-walking together,

In this time of the black parade,

Don’t turn away!

Hoping you’ll grow the flowers again,

Wishing I hadn’t sprinkled-

-my wounds with salt ‘n pepper.

Hunting the rhymes, I lost,

When I let go off her hands!

 

Living in the twilight zone,

In the forest of destiny,

Don’t shut the skies,

Hoping to see the melting sun

Wishing I hadn’t clipped my wings-

To fly high; where angels reside.

Searching peace,

And the silence of her eyes!

 

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Why does this silence feel so heavy?

Why does this night sulk away from me?

Why doesn’t life call me from the back again?

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About Dream Peddler

The author finds too many similarities with himself and the boy Calvin. Although a cold blooded techie, working with an Indian software MNC, the finer things of love and life fascinates him. Major portions of his work are about the things that inspires and pacifies. Politics and society too get a chance.

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