Red

A window sill And the hollow sky,
Are all that hold his stare.
The naked man, breathed no word ,
That the ashen clouds could share.

"Imminent storms!"-the radio blared;
A gust of wind, against whispering walls.
A soulless room,A man encaged,
A howl of pain within silent halls.

He thinks!He thinks!Of crystal eyes..
As blue as sapphire stone;
A lover's touch,a thought endures
That speaks of Hope's demise.

Must he pray,for midnight dreams?
'Neath a sky in fragments torn,
The Rainy Night only screams..
And pays no heed to his forlorn.

As a crimson scar,upon poems scrawled
From Love's own burning flame,
Verses writ and left appalled,
- "Betrayal has grasped the dame!"

And yet!And yet!That rueful smile..
His eyes that glisten and shine;
Shall tear away,for that fateful name,
The remnants of the Divine..

He sped away!
Down the drenched gray lane..
The cold glare of neon lights,
Can only gaze in disdain..

Now soulless rests,the place called 'Home';
In a worldly gloom of white and black..
It yearns thus,for a master lost..
And a shape of red ,in monochrome.

Author's Note

What do you think?Have You been able to picture this with every detail?

Reviews

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

Another jewel from you, Sounak. I'm impressed with images that linger in the reader's mind after reading this poem. You are very talented and a joy to read. Don't stop writing! :)