Sagacious words

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

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Furore of the Invisible

Safe in a superficial life,
The warmth, born of lies,
Keeps at bay all the strife.

Meetings on a higher plane,
Create frictions in the dirt,
A play, of universal games.

Flowers frozen within sleep,
Hide a furore of the invisible,
And surrender to a terror deep.

Tears and words of relevance,
Born from within pits of fire,
Are by-products of negligence.


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