March came by, swiftly
As if an arrangement
Has been penned down
And a deed has being
Procured with curious secrecy
I used to ink down
My thoughts and fantasies
Come January, February
Spreading them seductively
On a neat whited sheets
Aligning them in stanzas
And meters and patterns and rhythms
But March,!!!
March was peculiar
She came running fast and wild
Wandering my melancholy lane
Into a path of timid hallucinations
I wrote less, and thought more
Her hair stood braided
In losed negligence
Her carcass of beauty
Spent in dismay
My Words were conceited into ghost characters
Laundering the silky figure
Of a whited sheet
Proclaimed by my careless
Hand of pride
Inspite of heaven's fair rage
Some characters peeped through
Letters of saddened thoughts
Wandering what content it bears
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
March came by, swiftly
As if an arrangement
Has been penned down
And a deed has being
Procured with curious secrecy
I used to ink down
My thoughts and fantasies
Come January, February
Spreading them seductively
On a neat whited sheets
Aligning them in stanzas
And meters and patterns and rhythms
But March,!!!
March was peculiar
She came running fast and wild
Wandering my melancholy lane
Into a path of timid hallucinations
I wrote less, and thought more
Her hair stood braided
In losed negligence
Her carcass of beauty
Spent in dismay
My Words were conceited into ghost characters
Laundering the silky figure
Of a whited sheet
Proclaimed by my careless
Hand of pride
Inspite of heaven's fair rage
Some characters peeped through
Letters of saddened thoughts
Wandering what content it bears
This poem is an unfinished work.
