#rosettastone
Hidden deep within the grounds
of a tattered torn mess
Hissing of buried hounds
never a halted recess
blind to the fog
that encapsulates sound
silent ticks of the clock
understanding cannot be endowed
Digging deeper into the cess
feelings of helplessness and death
Lost souls under digress
enchanted under spells of nothing left
What is a stone that supplies nothing
to those who crave a deeper nothing
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
Script is being written,
I’ve found that bronze chisel which was long gone!
I’ve now started writing that long pending story,
This time on an excavated Rosetta stone!
Life is ephemeral,
Reminiscences are making them last long!
There is dense fog cloud in my chest,
Now it’s just trying to be blown!
They said it’s just the sixth degree of separation,
The one will loom before long!
I trust them to make this ensue,
And Now I see her coming, holding in her left hand, that ‘Greek Anemone’.
She’s rising through the half light,
On the night of the crescent moon!
This anecdote is in the making,
Unsure of what made it look-up atone!
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC