They say...
You are morose:
You put a wall around you.
You bolster when touched.
Deep within
Your clasped.
Your clasps:
you desire to break!
You cannot
You are trapped,
In your thoughts:
Deep raging desires!
To road You Stride
Road to dreams
Passions
Desires
To glory
set in Red.
Tarry:
The world may Shout
Stop, it may Beckon.
Rest it may Scream.
Tarry not!
Travel...Steady
Grim Ferocity
Bright Levity
Stop not till you Reach
And when You do
Smile:
For all the Rage
Shall be spent!
Dreams fulfilled.
Embrace loved!
Glorified Red.
You are morose:
You put a wall around you.
You bolster when touched.
Deep within
Your clasped.
Your clasps:
you desire to break!
You cannot
You are trapped,
In your thoughts:
Deep raging desires!
To road You Stride
Road to dreams
Passions
Desires
To glory
set in Red.
Tarry:
The world may Shout
Stop, it may Beckon.
Rest it may Scream.
Tarry not!
Travel...Steady
Grim Ferocity
Bright Levity
Stop not till you Reach
And when You do
Smile:
For all the Rage
Shall be spent!
Dreams fulfilled.
Embrace loved!
Glorified Red.
You have a very different style of writing, not that my knowledge about english literature is anything to boast about. Yet I feel that your writing demands much more intrinsic evaluation in order to reach the depths you would like your readers to dive in..I ll try my best!!
ReplyDeleteYou keep on striking the thoughts of the readers with short but sure thrust of your lines so frugal with words..yet dripping with meaningful emotions...You dnt draw continuous lines but putting dots..where the sense is optimally amplified!!
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