CrossroadsA Poem by Shubham's ViewThe idle mind is a devil's workshop. The creation behind this poem were some really dark thoughts.Crossroads At the behest of the scrambled
universe, He stood lost, trembling in the cold.
Facing the eye of a convoluted curse, He accepted the burden at those
crossroads.
The guide rode away, disappeared in a
flash, The light faded away, a darker blur
of colours so far. He waited for a blush of crimson,
there came none, Fear accompanied the scuttle of
bones, at those crossroads.
A void of darkness, enveloped body and soul, Dreams furlongs far, not a milestone
to be seen. Faded signs and misleading vines
surrounded the paths, No divine altercation answered, at
those crossroads.
No direction seemed right, compass as
useless as a pebble, Where in the world, were these damned
roads? Wading through the marshes, a futile illusion, The address of the crossroads?
Junction of the 23rd and 24th street, Purgatory. © 2014 Shubham's View |
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1 Review Added on July 6, 2014 Last Updated on July 6, 2014 AuthorShubham's ViewBangalore, IndiaAboutA Jack of "almost" all trades who believes that this is a topsy turvy world we live in... more..Writing
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