Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2020
Upon another lifetime
One before the flood
The light turned around the floating stairs
A lamp shimmered in the dim dungeon
The creature had lost it's warmth
If a prayer was said or heard
The silence would be cold
Some see light in the heart of violence
We saw it's face again
Until now, it was always buried in the hail
Life had washed away
Tolling bells and daffodils in the collonade
His paper-thin fingers wavered in the air
As the fire went before his eyes
Some say he will give us chances someday
Now the truncheon thing died
Lords and priests were assured
The wilderness wasn't what I had heard
Some days I think pensively and sulk
I cannot make amends for any love lost in time
Affection felt between us
Faded away
As memory mixed desire and pain
A breeze in a small village
I saw her hair full of maize
That peasant love from an easy place
A simple girl with promises and a gilded face
I still remember the girl
Of the north country
The grass was greener on the otherside
The style of thoughts widely summarised in today's poetry can be found in a picture-like series of dreams.
Aditya Roy
Written by
Aditya Roy  27/M/New Delhi, India
(27/M/New Delhi, India)   
51
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems