Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Sunday, 4 March 2012


Though the sun warms navy to sapphire,
The mahogany core bleeds frozen fire-
In drips and in spurts-
The memory still hurts
But in time it dulls to numb-
Incognito do the colours become
And give to the lie of harmony;
Drowning every day,
Fighting in every way-
The life path of some is lacerated-
Leading to steps always exacerbated,
When the invisible walls of pain close in-
The prisms of light continue for the living.


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