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Jan 2013
In the midnight vigil of my dreams
A faint lantern light ahead, it leads

The chilling winds that cross the spine
Then the sun that burns, and its shine

My faith has long walked on broken glass
Soul has dripped along, the wounds ever last

A stubborn silence in the place
And a stench of the deceased left to grace

And a carcass of hope that passes by
An autumn leaf, dead, it lies

A spectral music that ensues
A withered tree, its diseased fruit

A velvet night left to stare
And an untamed hollowness left to share

A blunt sword, held by its hilt
To **** some emptiness and eat my fill

I have traveled worlds, horizons apart
Waiting for the tunnel to end, a journey to start

Its only numbness now that I feel
The fire is extinguishing, so is my zeal

My perseverance fails, my eyes shut down
Paradise awaits me, the flames burn down

And then a white light coruscates, fills the sky
The colors reappear, subdue the cries

I see a creature, its golden locks sway
And a flower blooms where the parched land lay

She moves her wand, she spawns a dawn
And she heals the earth where it was torn

And some rain falls, from the ethereal skies above
It rejuvenates my soul, washes away the spilled blood

An exhilarating wind blows, flowers flutter to life
The heaven comes up, with the earth to dine

And I look at her, the angel in disguise
She loosens the knots in the lungs that are tied

The radiance of her beauty, the warmth in her eyes
I fail to behold it, it outcasts the light

And a nightingale sings, breaks the bow
Of silence that was created and was sowed

Some centuries pass, they seem like days
And in the forlorn deserts of time, these memories fall and lay

And then she stabs my heart, she fades away
The mirage disappears, I holding her hand, that was to stay

And it returns, my torment, my grief
Spiraling down, carried by the wind, it falls dead, the leaf

I have grown tired, my legs give away
It has been a strenuous journey, peace my heart craves

I walk down to my grave, a dove flies by
I lay down, beside the stake of holly, jabbed into me by my bride
Written by
Archit Srivastava
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